Common Sense Isn’t At Its Peak

(We are at the Highland Games, and, contrary to most other years, it is a rainy, overcast weekend. We were seated in a good location on the side of the field. Just beyond the end of the field was the bottom of a mountain. The weather started to change, and soon the clouds had closed between the field and the up-thrust of the land. )

Me: *to my wife* “Look. The mountain’s gone.”

Daughter: *overhearing me* “How did they do that, daddy?!”