last night at dinner…

liesl (who’s in 7th grade, more singing this line than speaking it, in a perfect 80s hair-metal falsetto, complete with both hands in the rock-and-roll salute): we’re lighting stuff on fire and blowing stuff up!

me (somewhere between humor and panic): really? at school? seriously?

liesl (now reverted to normal deadpan early-teen i’m-bored-with-life monotone): we’re studying combustion.