Driving home from hockey practice the other night. Lillie and friend in middle row of seats. John in way back. It's dark out. Voice from the back,
"Mom! Dad! I saw a deer on the side of the road!"
Ross, responding in kind, "That's cool, John. Was it alive?"
"I don't know, but it was dead."
Mindless chatter continued without abating from middle row as parents attempt (without avail) to control laughter. Just how do you respond to that?