Nurse: “What grade will you be in next year?”
Noah: “Tenth.”
Me: “You’ve only been in school a week. I think she wants to know about THIS year’s grade.”
Noah: “She asked about NEXT year.”

Noah: “Dad? Mom just texted me asking where we are.”
Doug: “So tell her.”
Noah: “What do I tell her?”
Doug: <- looks around bewildered -> “We are on a dock.”
Noah: “But . . . that doesn’t tell her WHERE we are. I mean, that’s kind of vague and ….”
Doug: “Never mind Noah. I just texted her. Then, I sent her a picture.”