Thomas and I had the following conversation this morning:
“Mom, where’s the plugger?”
“No! The plugger!”
“The . . . plugger?”
“NO! The p-o-g . . .-u . . .-g . . .” He left off in frustration, but he was starting to laugh in spite of himself. “Where is the piano wire?!”
“You mean the cord for the piano?” (It’s an electronic piano.)
The best-laid conversations of mice and men gang aft agley! But it’s best if you can laugh about it.