Niece: “Where did you go?”

Me: “Oh I was just outside talking to my parents on the phone,” [shows cell phone], “wishing them a ‘Happy Easter.’”

Niece: “Parents? What kind of parents?”

Me: [shrugs] “I dunno, normal kind, just shorter I guess. Why?”

Niece: [dead serious] “I didn’t think you had parents. You have parents?”

Me: [staring blankly] “Yes. At least that’s what the government thinks.”

Either she’s merely acting the befitting role of a four-year-old, or she knows something about me. I’ve got my eye on that one.