It was pretty foggy this morning, so, as I went outside to get the paper, I announced: “If I don’t come back soon, don’t come looking for me, because I was probably devoured by fog monsters.”
When the dog didn’t come back inside after we got the newspapers, I said: “She probably got eaten by fog monsters.”
Later, after the dog returned safely to her hiding spot under my bed (“probably scared of the fog monsters,” I remarked), it was time to take my daughter to school. “Run straight to the car so the fog monsters don’t get you.”
“For the love of God, Mom,” said my daughter.