10.25 (cast-free, with new splint): OMG! Mom, come here! Fries evaporated!
Me: Why? Did you feed him an eraser?
10.25: What? No. You’re mean. He multiplied and vanished.
Me: I don’t think that word means what you think it does.
10:25: JUST LOOK!!!!
Me (looking): Maybe their whole bodies go to heaven when they die?
10:25: He can’t be dead! Oh, God. My favorite hermit crab is dead. We need to have a funeral. Call a priest. How can this happen?
Me: (calculating hours until I can have a drink because we have to be in the city at 3 at the other CHOP)