Himself: Bedtime for bonzo!
Laurel: [starts crying]
Himself: Baby fire engine!
Laurel: [runs down the hall wailing and fussing]
Himself: [from Laurel's room] Where's the baby fire?
Laurel: [continues fussing]
Himself: Hey, there aren't any babies on fire in here!
Laurel: [climbs into bed, decides it's not that bad with her blankets and Kitty, and stops fussing]
Himself: [after returning to the living room] Well, there weren't any babies on fire. Just one that didn't want to go to bed.
You'd think it's always this fun around here, but it's mostly because we finally got a copy of his W-2 (the original is in the Middle East with his old shop) and after filing, we're getting close to $3k back. For the interested, that makes our current tax rate around -20%. I knew there was a perk to living below the poverty line. (: