Granny (yesterday): R, get ready for swimming lesson.
R (7): Swimming is tomorrow.
Granny: Oh yes; why did I think today was Thursday?
J (4) (chips in): Because you’re old and silly.
Granny: Thank you very much for that.
J: Are you being sarcastic?
*Granny packs up laughing*
R (dreamily): I’ve filled in my Christmas order card for the toy shop.
Me (goggling): Hey, just one of these things alone costs five thousand!
R: Well, I’ll be extremely good … ?
Me: Forget that. Homework. What’s a microwave in Afrikaans?
R (triumphantly): I worked that out. I just have to imagine hitting a tiny little microwave with a club at a hole in the ground … yes, it’s a mikrogolf!
Those who don’t already know would, I think, have difficulty in guessing what names the R and J stand for, even after a few dozen tries.
Clues: R is a Celtic fairy queen/myth/goddess, and J is a misspelling both of a city in Switzerland and of the name of our erstwhile family farm in George, Cape.