Timing

I've been grumpy lately, but as usual the doctor in space always seems to order up just what I need in the stitch of mental sanity. Today, a pair of children were on the menu.

(I'm not the best with ages, but I'd say Towhead is probably six. Maybe seven. His older sister, Sassy, is probably eight or nine.)

Towhead: I was conceived in Havana!
Me: Do you know what that means?
Towhead: Well, I wasn't born there...
Me: Did you hear that Cuba's leader just stepped down?
Sassy: Yeah, he was charge for like fifty years or something.
Me: (Flabbergasted) You're so right!

Towhead: Do you knit? (as he digs out knitting needles and yarn)
Me: I used to, but it's been a while.
Towhead: Oh, I could help you out with that.
Me: Oh, really?
Sassy: If anyone teaches her to knit it should be me. I'm better than you. I'm already onto crocheting.

God, I love kids.