I was having a conversation with Sarah, and for some reason, I broke into whale sounds.
Sarah: What?
Me: Sorry, I was speaking whale.
S: I don't speak whale.
M: Doesn't everybody speak a little whale as a remnant of when we used to be whales?
[I was testing what they're teaching her at public school about evolution].
S: We didn't evolve from whales, Mom. You didn't come from a whale. Come to think of it, I don't really know where you came from.
M: God dropped me straight down from heaven.
S: I think he must have dropped you on your head.
