Setting: Chaotic ride home- all 3 kids talking, DVD player blaring- Clay and I "discussing" something-headacheFISHER: (incessantly) Mama! Mama! Momma!
ME: (after quite some time) WHAT FISHER, WHAT?!
FISHER: Will you get us space helmets?
ME: (with a "did you really just interrupt me for THAT?!" tone) No, Fisher. No space helmets.
FISHER: (a little sad, a little dejected) But!...How are we going to breathe up there when God comes back?
ME: (after weighing the energy it would take to explain) Oh, well, in that case, yes we can get space helmets.
~I didn't leave him ignorant for long... just so ya know. ~