Out of the Mouth of Babes

On the drive home from siblings' night at Nolan's school Gerret asked me if I had any more "jolly Rodgers". He meant jolly ranchers.

Later tonight I was playing "superheroes" with my boys. I was Waterman, Gerret was Ropeman, and Nolan declared himself as follows: Electric Marble . . . In the World . . . Electric Marble in the World for the Peace! That's some superhero.

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