After a particular grueling question and answer session with my oldest boy
I threw in the towel and parried the oft-asked question “why”
with the lame answer, “because my brain told me.”
My lad scrunched up his face in disdain at the weak answer
and said, “Dad, your brain is just a round circle of grey goo.”
My round circle of grey goo couldn’t come up with a retort to that.