A conversation yesterday:
*heard outside the door*
thegeekgene: …Mom? Does chocolate go bad?
Mom: What do you have, sweetie?… how old is that?
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: *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.)