Mommyo, curiously: “The Seven-Year-Old, will you tell us about your day?”
The Seven-Year-Old, plaintively: “Do I have to? I’m kind of out of words and then I just start repeating the same words over and over again.”
Mommyo, persistently: “You just used a bunch of words explaining that you were out of words.”
The Seven-Year-Old, patiently: “I’m not actually out of words. I’m just out of sentences.”
Mommyo, ironically: “‘I’m out of sentences,’ she said declaratively.”
The Seven-Year-Old looks at her Mommyo blankly.
Mommyo, consolingly: “That joke will be much funnier when you’re in third grade, The Seven-Year-Old.”
Daddyo, flatly: “No it won’t.”