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!”