Last night, Twig did not want to go to sleep. Thinking herself clever, she announced:
“THERE’S A BUG!”
Which would, of course, cause parental intervention to search for said bug and then reassure that there was, in fact, no bug.
I was not fooled.
“Really? An imaginary bug?” I rolled my eyes.
“YES A MAJURY BUG GET IT!”
“Twig, there is no bug.”
“NOOOOO A MAJURY BUG DADDY GET IT!”
“Ok, ‘shoo bug, go away’. See, Daddy got it,” says Gnoble half-heartedly.
“MAJURY BUG MAJURY BUG!”
Sigh. Children do not get sarcasm. Now she firmly believes that there is such a thing as a “majury” bug and it must be terrible.