Miscommunication

I took Maddie and Andrew with me to get some Lo Mein at the local Chinese take out. My kids call Lo Mein "Chinese spaghetti." Anyway, we were getting Lo Mein so I wouldn't have to cook and could take the kids to Bingo night at Maddie's school later that evening. We won a Borders gift certificate, 2 Carmel Teacher's Association pens and a picture book. Hurray for us!

So, back to our story. The whole time we have lived here, the take out owner's children tend to be in the restaurant every time we stop by. We don't go there that often, so we don't really know them, but Maddie began to get curious about them. She tried to have a conversation with me about it in the car and it was like the Abbot and Costello "Who's on first" routine, Olsen-style:

Maddie: How old do you think the son is?
Me: Millions of years old.
Maddie: Millions? Mo-om!! He's not like thousands of years old.
Me: I didn't say thousands. The sun is millions of years old, back to the time of dinosaurs.
Maddie: Mo-om!! He can't be that old-then he would have gray hair and a beard.
Me: The sun doesn't have hair-it's a big ball of fire and gas.
Maddie: You're crazy, Mom. The son is a person-what are you talking about?
Me: What are you talking about? The sun in the sky?
Maddie: NOOOO!! The son from the Chinese restaurant-why would I be talking about the sun from the sky?
Me: Oh.