Me: This sign says you’re having a Halloween party next week.
Rooby: We have to dress up!
Me: What will you dress up as?
Rooby: A panther!
Me: Wow! A panther?
Rooby: Yes. You know why? [making fierce panther face with claws] Because panthers love to eat meat and they want to eat meat that’s in US!
Me: Yes, I guess they do.
Rooby: WE’RE ANIMALS TOO!
Rooby: You know what would be a good name for a bug?
Rooby: Amindier Panindier.
Me: Amindier Panindier?
Rooby: Yes. Or Polander Allender. Pollanderiererer…er.
D: The Wentworth stairs are closed all summer.
Me: Oh no? Why?
D: Major repair work. There have been those rock slides.
Rooby: What’s a rock slide?
Me: When big rocks fall down the side of the escarpment.
Rooby: BUT WHAT ABOUT LASER BEANS?
Rooby: But what happens when you get to 3?
Me: I don’t know, you get severely punished.
Rooby: What is “punished”?
Brunching with Rooby near Columbia at the end of a long weekend in New York.
Rooby: Did you grow up here?
Me: No, I just went to college here.
Rooby: You came here to know what your job is?
Me: Well, I came here to learn things, and also decide what kind of work I wanted to do, yes.
Rooby: And you decided you want to work in a university?
Me: Yes, exactly.
Rooby: Because universities are very serious places?
Me, waking up to find that the “hay fever” attack last night was actually the onset of a vicious head cold: Ugggggh
Rooby: Are you ready to go downstairs?
Me: No, I’m staying in bed. I’m sick.
Rooby: Are you going to die?
Me: Not from this.
Me, spying rare available legal parking spot at Rooby’s school: A SPOT! YES!
Rooby: Mom, does that make you feel better about everything?