We were visiting a waterside neighborhood and sitting on a public bench. I asked Brian if he thought the city or the nearby house owned the enormous tree. "Why would you ask such a ridiculous question?" Dorothy laughed. "Nobody owns trees!"
Dorothy was playing with her skirt, and I said, "Your skirt sounds like a flag flapping in the wind." "In Chicago," she added.
I was deciding who would make a choice first and I asked Dorothy and Willa to pick a number between 1 and 10. Dorothy chose 9, and when Willa chose 10, Dorothy objected, "Mom said a number between 1 and 10."
We were reading a book and reached an exciting conclusion of a chapter. "Daddy loves dead ends," Dorothy noted. "What?" I asked. She repeated it. "Daddy loves dead ends...I mean cliffhangers."