My daughter related this to me, and I figured my readers might enjoy it.
This morning she and the girls were having toast; Natalie asked her, "Couldn't you butter the bread first, then toast it?"
"No," Rachel told her. "That could start a fire and burn our house down; then we'd have noplace to live."
"We could live with Grandma," Nattie suggested.
"No," Rachel said. "Me and Mom get along fine, but we wouldn't if we lived together."
"I noticed you and Grandma don't talk much."
"We get along fine," Rachel answered. "I mean, if she's on the computer I try not to bother her."
"Why?" asked Monica.
Then Natalie came up with this jewel: "You mean just like you don't bother a dog when it's eating?"
Geesh, I didn't know I was THAT bad.