A conversation yesterday:

*heard outside the door*

thegeekgene: …Mom? Does chocolate go bad?

Mom: What do you have, sweetie?… how old is that?

thegeekgene: …London.

*silence*

thegeekgene: Hey, snarp! I have a present for you!

Me: Did you just say, “Does chocolate go bad?” and then “…London”?

thegeekgene: No, no, I got it for you! Mom says it’s okay!

Me: …

Me: *opens door*

thegeekgene: It’s Henry the Eighth and his wives – in chocolate!

(I think she was in London in… April? I don’t even remember.)