During the summer, I was the caretaker of a seven year-old. Her sense of logic is skewed to her knowledge of the world. Which is why there are four rolls of toilet paper in the hallway.
I had just come downstairs from a nap.
Me: “What are these doing here?”
Her: “I was trying to put these on the dog’s feet. They don’t fit.”
Me: “Why?”
Her: “So he wouldn’t get wet while walking in the rain.”
Makes sense.
