SomethingTerrible

Opal: "I'm really tired." Me: "Good, then get ready for bed spit-spot." Opal, winsomely: "Sometimes when I'm really tired I don't have to brush my teeth." Me: "Those are times when you didn't just eat a dried apricot." Opal: "What difference does a dried apricot make?" Me: "They're yummy, but they stick to your teeth something terrible." Opal: "What?" Me: "The dried apricots." Opal: "No, what thing terrible?" Me: "Umm, it's difficult to explain." Opal, astounded: "You don't KNOW?" Me: "Ask your grandfather." Opal: "You think he can explain it?" Me: "I'd certainly like to see him try." Pause. Opal: "When I said 'What thing terrible?' I really meant 'What terrible thing?'" Me: "Yes, I get that." Opal: "Oh, good, you understood me."

Here's her grandfather's response, which she wasn't particularly satisfied by. to nobody's surprise.