I’m eavesdropping on this bathtub conversation right now:

Austen: Flora? You know the Rocky Mountains? How they were formed?

Flora: How?

A: From dinosaur bones.

F: Austen, do you think I’m stupid?

A: No… but I was hoping you were gullible.

a few minutes later:

F: What’s a number with six zeros called again?

A: A million.

F: How about with seven zeros?

A: That’s boring, why don’t you ask me what a number with 100 zeroes is called?

F: Because I know that’s a google. What’s a seven zero one called?

F: Oh, it’s called a… oh, I don’t know. Mom! What’s a number that’s one with seven zeros called?

Jane: The first number with seven zeroes is… um… [grabs a piece of paper…] ten million.

A: Well? Isn’t that boring?

a few minutes later still…

[I zoned out for the intro to this, so have no idea what led to this]

Flora: And is that how the tragic penis-vulva accident happened?

J: What?

A: You probably don’t want to know, Mom!