That we're a weird bunch.
I.
[In Burlington, waiting for the bus.]
S.: Can I eat the poire [pear]?
J.: No, once we're on the bus.
S. [menacing voice]: I think you want to give it to me now.
Me: And why's that?
S. [puts arms in front of her]: Because I'm a ZOMBIE.
II.
[in the bus, getting closer to Montreal quite late due to retarded driver, sun almost completely set.]
S.: Can you turn on the light?
Me: Why? We're not reading anything and there's plenty of lights all around us.
S. [ponders for a while, looking at the my ring which I have temporarily left under her care, then says in a subdued, raspy voice]: "We needs light to see the preciousss.."
III.
[at Steve's Music]
Guy behind the counter: Do you think your dad will let you play that drum?
S.: Maybe but it's to fight against the government to get money for the big kids.
IV.
[at home]
S.: D. [her much older brother, who's now in college] has a new girlfriend!
Me: Well that's interesting, I thought he was gay.
S. What's that?
Me: It means that he has a certain tendency to have boyfriends rather than girlfriends.
S.: Well he likes girls now. He also has orange hair.
Me: Well that makes total sense.