T was getting ready for bed and was heartily tired of my 'go to sleep!' barking. She announced to me: "I had a dream last night that my father was a genius man!"
Said I: "What?"
T replied smugly, "A genius MAN. Not you, mother. Just my father!"
I turned around to see another smug face in the room.
Yes, it was the genius man's indeed.
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