“Hey, we like each other. Is that so odd?”
Our son was taking a long shower, and so my wife yelled to him, “Make sure you don’t drown.”
Our youngest daughter, who had just finished showering, said not to worry because her brother wouldn’t drown.
“He’s not got the plug in the hole,” the eight-year-old said, smiling confidently.
Then her face started to fall and she dashed into the bathroom to check on her 11-year-old brother.
A few moments later she ran back out to us in the bedroom.
“Phew!” she said, her face brightening again. “He’s not going to drown.”
