Actual conversations between the Mouse and I, over the course of the prior 3 days:
Mouse: “Daddy, do Kings pick apples?”
Me: I dunno, honey, I guess they could if they wanted apples straight from an orchard. Why?
Mouse: “Because if a King picked apples, that would be random.”
…then, later:
Mouse (pointing to her throat): “Daddy, this is my throat. This is where the words I say come from.”
Me: You’re right, honey. Do you know how words get in your throat?
Mouse: “No.”
Me: When you are a baby, Mommies and Daddies have to feed you words so that you grow up and know how to talk and have conversations.
Mouse: “You’re silly, Daddy.”