Let the Happy Things Roll

Dad: "Well, what are we thankful for this week . . . We didn't have any 9:00 hours [morning group prayer times] . . .  "
Me: "Is that what you're thankful for?" (It wasn't.)

"I'm thankful for . . . well, I don't know what I'm thankful for, but I wanted to start talking before anyone else did."  --Mom

And then there was the following conversation between a lady and an under-10 girl I overheard in the underwear aisle this afternoon. Even from the start of the conversation, it didn't seem like the lady knew the girl well:
Woman: What kind [of underwear] do you like?
Silence.
Woman: Look at the pictures and tell me what style you think you like.
Silence. Maybe a murmur.
Woman: Well, what kind are you wearing now?
Silence.
Woman: Oh, ho. You're not wearing any? You naughty girl!

I could have laughed aloud. The moral of the story: Don't ask someone--especially out loud in public--what kind of underwear she is wearing unless you have a pretty good idea, ahem, that she is wearing some.