Scene: On a cold wintry night not too long ago, Mommyo got into the car where Daddyo and The Five-Year-Old were waiting.
Daddyo: “We were just having a conversation.”
The Five-Year-Old, subtly: “Yeah, we weren’t talking about presents or anything.”
Daddyo face-plants into the steering wheel.
The Five-Year-Old, perplexedly: “Daddyo, why are you laughing?”