So I pick up the boys and bring them home, while the Beautiful Wife arranges to pick up pizza and catch us up there. Since I'm not sure how long this will take and when we'll actually I have food, I hand each of the boys a plate with some Kettle Corn on it.
"Since I'm not sure when Mommy will get here with the pizza, here's some kettle corn to hold you over," I tell them.
"...And this is why I love growing up in this family," Firstborn tells me.
Secondborn then takes his plate out into the back yard with him. He returns a few minutes later with the empty plate.
"Can I have some more?" he asks.
"No," I tell him. "Not unless you were attacked by a flock of crows who ate all the kettle corn off your plate."
"Oh," he says. "Yes. That's exactly what happened."
"My goodness!" I exclaim.
He turns back to look at me. "No, I'm kidding!"
I give him an extra handful of kettle corn anyway, after explaining that his answer was hilarious.
Then the Beautiful Wife arrives, and we all sit around eating pizza and discussing tardigrades.