It is a beautiful day. Sunny. Warm. The kids munch snacks on the back porch while I chop vegetables in the kitchen.
Jane: Waaaaaaah! Henry, no! Henry, NOOO!
Me: What is going on out here?
Jane: (still sobbing) Henry said something mean.
Me: What did he say?
Jane: He said I'm not made out of skin and blood and bones.
Me: What did you tell her?
Henry: That she's made of molecules.