Nothing good ever comes of eavesdropping.  But sometimes one has no choice.

FlamingEwe and I were making decorations for our quilt guild holiday extravaganza.  In the other room our respective children were gathered.  Plotting their next game.  They were enthralled with role playing.  Said one BlazingLamb, “Queen Victoria was our mom.”  and the game proceeded from there.  Around the table they each spoke in turn, building their characters, piece by painstaking piece.  Then these fateful words were spoken,

“LightBoy, if your hair were red, your head would explode!”

and in the next room, two mothers very nearly did …… with laughter, of course.