Andrew made cannoli last night. He fried them in coconut oil, but in order to access the coconut oil he needed to open a new container. Miriam brought it up from the basement but couldn't open it. I couldn't open. So Andrew sighed, washed his hands off (they were covered in dough), and then tried to open the container. He couldn't.
I held the container while he twisted the lid...no action.
Finally, I sat on the floor and gripped the container with my feet and hands while Andrew twisted with all of his might and...we were in!
After dinner when we were talking about all the work we went through to open that container of coconut oil—a story we had to share with Rachel, who is our resident jar-opener—Andrew said, "But, you know, it just makes sense that it would take us six limbs to open a jar of coconut oil because coconuts come from tropical places like jungles and monkeys live in jungles."
We all stared at Andrew waiting for him to continue this thought.
He did not continue.
Instead he stared at the rest of us staring at him while he waited for us to "get" it.
We did not get anything.
Finally I said, "What do monkeys have to do with this?"
"Well, because they have six limbs."
"Do...do you...do you think monkeys have six limbs?"
"They do not. They have four."
"Are you sure?"
"They're not insects, Dad!" Rachel nearly screamed.