I like to pretend that The Boy has an alter ego named Faith Palmer who only emerges when I've gotten an idea or had a realization.
For example, the other day I was making some fake fried eggs. I hadn't painted them yet, so they still solid white. And I held one up and said, "Look, Boy! It's The Ghost of Breakfast Past!"
...And then I realized, "Wait, no, technically The Ghost of Breakfast Past would just be poo."
Then The Boy facepalmed and I was all, "Well hello, Faith Palmer, how nice of you to join us!"
Faith Palmer has been coming by almost every day lately, it seems. I guess I've been having a lot of really righteous epiphanies.
Hey, if I have an epiphany about poo, is it an epoophany?
Okay I should probably go to bed.