Evening Question Time


MILLIE: Dids…

“Dids”, you may recall, is what my children call me instead of “Dad”, because that would be too easy; so “Dids” it is, to the confusion of everyone outside of our immediate family…

Where was I?  Ah, yes: pretending to be Millie.  So, it’s late evening and she’s stood just outside my bedroom door while I’m playing Kingdom Rush: Frontiers and listening to Cavern of Anti-Matter.

MILLIE: Dids?

ME: Yes?

Weasel. Not angry or in a sack.

MILLIE: What’s an angry weasel?

There is a short pause.

ME: Millie, it’s quarter past nine at night, why on earth do you want to know what an “angry weasel” is?

All the while thinking: please don’t let it be a sex thing please don’t let it be a sex thing…

MILLIE: I read it in my book earlier and I forgot to ask you then.

We pull up some pictures of weasels on the computer.

ME: That’s a weasel.  It has sharp teeth but is smaller than a cat.

MILLIE: If you were in a sack with one what would happen?

There is another short pause.

ME: In a…?  What??

MILLIE: If you were in a sack with an angry weasel, what would happen?

ME: Well, I… It wouldn’t kill you, but it wouldn’t be much fun.

MILLIE: OK.  ‘Night.

There are times when I feel like a one-man Google in this house.

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