(scene opens in cluttered dining room)
Me: (to husband) I found one of Gamma’s stories in my Google Docs. I don’t know if it got emailed to me or what.
Me: It was amazingly complicated. There’s a deep and wide ranging mind in that child. Alarmingly and creatively intelligent.
Husband: I know. I’ve read some of her stuff.
Me: (looks out window, Gamma running around in circles talking loudly to herself and swinging a scooter by the handle) Y’know how some of our other friends have really smart and clever and deep children?
Husband: (warily) Yeah?
Me: How come they’re all self-possessed well spoken polite little mini-adults and ours is swathed in chaos?
Me: Swathed. Swaddled. Difference?
Husband: Swaddled is comforting.
Me: (thinks) Fair.