A few weeks ago we were driving up north, and the girls were playing in the back.  Molly had a tiny plush snake and a baby blanket, and we heard her say (very matter of factly) "Oh well, it looks like Sir Hiss is all bound up in The Blanket Of Doom".

The Blanket Of Doom later became The Diaper Of Doom, which I was happy to tell them their Daddy has personally vanquished.

Then today Molly came up to my wife and said

"Sometimes I think about golf. Ya know as a family with colored balls and those things you hit the balls with and then watching it go down the hole."

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