Like most days, I'm listening to All Things Considered on public radio. I often wonder when Harry will start to complain about my station choice, but not today. Then again:
Harry, listening to the radio while making strawberry boil souffles: 'Mom, the government lied.'
Cindy: 'Oh? About what?'
Harry: 'The woofs.'
Cindy: 'What are woofs?'
Harry: 'Dogs. Do you want a souffle?'