How Did We Get There from Here?

The strangest thing about this conversation is that it all took place very seriously, almost as if it were.......logical.




Chris: Girls were made out of bone; boys were made out of dirt. Guess that's why girls play with bones and boys play with dirt.



Me: Girls play with bones?



Chris: Yes.



Me: I've never seen girls playing with bones.



Chris: Well, they do.



Me: Have you ever seen a girl playing with a bone?



Chris: No, but you played with bones when you were little. You just don't remember it.



Me: I don't think so.



Chris: Well, they play with fake ones.



Me: What do fake bones look like?



Chris: Oh, some are blue, some are flue, and some are clue.



Me: Oh!!!!!



Chris: Well, anyway, I'll bet a girl would take a bone from a dog.



Me: I doubt that!



Chris: A dog would take a bone from a girl!



Me: Now, that I believe!



Chris (triumphantly): So the girl DID have the bone. You just proved it yourself!



Me (completely dazed): I have nothing left to say.




(And if that wasn't the Cheshire cat grinning at me, then I'm not Alice.)