Mum was busy telling the boys about the story of toilet paper in one of the places she lived at in Asia. Apparently, paper there wasn't as nice as ours and you could get splinters from them still.
Harrison: Why would there be splinters in the toilet paper?
Mum: Well, what is toilet paper made from?
Harrison: From... paper?
Mum: Yes. What is paper made from?
Harrison: Uh. Wood.
Mum: What does wood come from?
Harrison: I don't know!
Theophilus or Dad (I don't remember which) : From trees... *this was kinda quiet*
Harrison looked up at them with a strange, but typical him, expression: They make wood from CHEESE?
And that was the last attempt today to be logical or productive with our conversations. It went downhill radically after that. Life at our house is always interesting, never dull, and usually someone's talking about making a movie of our lives...
By the way, Dad got a great movie last night that I love, it's very fitting. Anyone seen "What About Bob?"
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