I live in a small cul-de-sac where there are a lot of kids. One, in particular, lives across the drive from me, and is a very active, inquisitive guy. Tonight, while his mother cooked dinner and his father fixed our sink, I offered to watch Kid and Little Brother so everyone could get their stuff done in a relatively sane manner.
For this, his parents paid me with a cider ale.
Thus began the questions. After going upstairs (where the sink is), Kid saw my bedroom and came down and asked “Why do you have a giant stuffed teddy bear in your room?”
“It’s a hippo,” I corrected. Kid looked at me inquisitively.
“Are you asking why I, a grown woman, has a giant stuffed hippo in her room?”