Little Child: scowling at paper with pencil in his fist: What is philosophy?
MFA Mama: The study of knowledge. The discussion of things like right and wrong. Lots of deep thoughts.
Little Child: So then what would you draw to describe philosophy?
MFA Mama: I'd probably do a guy chin-shelfing with a thought bubble over his head and a question mark in it or something.
Big Child: from his room, not a part in conversation THAT'S PROBABLY WHAT I'D DRAW TO INDICATE BUMPUS! HE IS A HIGHLY INTELLIGENT HOUND!
Hotter: Except then the thought-bubble would be EMPTY!
MFA Mama: stomps out into the snow to feed chickens, returns
Hotter: --don't know, dude, those are all the words I'd use to describe love. Ask your mother.
Little Child: with an evil glint in his eyes Hotter only knows three words to describe love!
MFA Mama: icily Patient, kind, and forgiving.
Hotter: Well so-O-or-ry! I'm not romantic.
MFA Mama: I KNOW.