From the Mouths of Babes ...

Dad was just about to graduate from college and we were sitting at the dinner table. Madison looks at me and says in a funky combination of a whisper and what sounded to be like someone squeezing her nose and vocal chords, “So let’s not tell Dad what we got him for graduation.” I responded in the same (or my best rendition) voice, “Well, we will keep it a secret because I don’t even know what we got him yet.” Prying his eyes off the television just long enough to catch me in the act of sounding utterly ridiculous, he asks what we are talking about. Her response:  “Oh, it’s nothing. We were just discussing global warming.”