Hubby: What was that that you said about this family, Medium?
Medium: Dis family is weird.
Hubby: Do you know who the weirdest one is?
From the den, I hear my name being muttered and I walk back to the half-wall that separates the dining room from the hall.
Hubby (looking suspiciously guilty): You're getting me in trouble!
Me (to Medium): Did Daddy say I'm the weirdest one in the family?
Medium: You're the weirdest one!
Hubby: Ah, the informant. You're getting me in trouble!
Small (chirping): Mommy's da weirdest ooooone! Mommy's da weiwrdest ooooone!
Hubby: You're getting me in trouble!
Medium: Mommy? Are you cwrying?
Me (gasping): No!
Hubby: She's just laughing.
Yeah, and trying not to pee my pants at the hilarity of the conversation.