My Imaginary Eye

(Every week my family has a nice dinner out with my parents. We are driving home with everyone in the car. We are teaching my four- and five-year-old daughters to play ‘I spy.’ It is night and dark so the game is a little more challenging than usual.)

Five-Year-Old: “I spy with my eye something that starts with ‘A'”

(After a few moments.)

Me: “We give up. What do you see that starts with ‘A’?”

Five-Year-Old: *looks around a moment* “Well, you can use your imagination!”

(Cue laughter in the car.)

Grandpa: “What about ‘upholstery’…?”