Chuck had a basketball tonight so he didn't get home when he normally would. I was sitting at home with the kids and after the point in time when he would normally arrive, I wondered out loud, "Hmm. I wonder what happened to Daddy?"
Evie responded (with what sounded like hopefulness in her voice), "I know! Maybe he's in jail or he died or something."
She looked so proud of having come up with an answer to my question, but all I could ask was, "WHAT did you say?"
She repeated it with a grin.
I responded, "Well, I hope not, but I guess anything is possible."
Chuck arrived at 8:00. Whew.