“We have a fortune lying around in our front yard,” I told Garey one morning, as I held up a small stick for him to examine.
“What is that?” he asked.
“It’s a stick,” I said.
“I know it’s a stick,” he said, “but why is it worth a fortune?”
“It belongs to a six-stick set that came in a bag of toys I got the kittens for Christmas,” I explained.