I’m eavesdropping on this bathtub conversation right now:
Austen: Flora? You know the Rocky Mountains? How they were formed?
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?
A: You probably don’t want to know, Mom!