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We stopped for gas yesterday [not at BP]. While Ben was filling up the tank, the girls and I sat and waited and people watched. Then the following conversation transpired:

Whitney: MOMMY! Look! That daddy is wearing socks with his sandals!

Me: Ah-huh.

Whitney: Why?

Me: I don’t know Whit, I guess he just likes how it feels.

Whitney: Do you like how it feels?

Me: No.

Whitney: Then why would he?

Me: Because different people like different things.

Whitney: Do you think he likes how they look together?

Me: Maybe.

Whitney: Do you?

Me: No.

Whitney: I don’t understand why he’s wearing socks with his sandals.

Me: You are wise past your years young grasshopper.

Whitney: What does “wise” mean?

Me: Hey Ben...how’s that Grand Canyon of a gas tank coming along?