Bedtime conversation with my six year old, Matthew:
Matthew: Mom, what does "taxi" mean? Not the kind that you ride in New York. But the kind like "I'm too taxi for my shirt" or "I'm too taxi for my boots".
Me: Um....(smiling in the dark)....well.....
Matthew: You don't know do you, Mom?
Me: No, not really. Go ask your dad.
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