I was eating dinner with the kids. B was in the kitchen.

Katherine randomly volunteered, “When we move to the Netherlands, I’m sure gonna miss Grandma Miller!”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “She can come visit us.”

“How will she do that?” K asked incredulously.

“Easy,” I said. “She’ll fly!”

Both kids burst into laughter.

“Fly!” said Joshua. “Silly daddy!”