Tim -- "Here is the next trivia question to ponder -- What is a blatherskite?"
Mom -- "Hmm . . . that ite ending suggests something geological to me"
Sabine -- "That's what I was thinking, rocks in caves, or something. Maybe a mold or growth."
Caroline -- "No, no no, here's what it is . . . some kind of disease where you talk too much. Like Linnea has!"
Linnea -- "Hey! How is it always pick on Linnea day?"
Dad -- "I was looking at blather, too, and thinking it might be talking too much."
Linnea -- "Thanks, Dad."
Dad -- "I didn't say anything about you!"
Linnea -- "Uh huh."
Mom -- "Well, what about looking at blather and kite? A giant mouth shaped kite that looks like it is talking when it is flying?"
Everyone -- "No. Definitely not that."
Mom -- "Well, I'm usually wrong, I'm just trying to be creative. I'm sticking with geology."
Sabine -- "Me, too."
Tim -- "It's probably something gross, like a weird wart."
24 hours later . . .
Sabine -- "Any more guesses for blatherskite? No? Okay, here is the answer . . . huh. Look at that."
Mom -- "Well? What is it?"
Sabine -- "Blatherskite: A person who talks too much, often without making sense."
Caroline (with fist pump) -- "YES!! I was totally right!!"
Mom -- "No, you said it was a disease."
Caroline -- "Whatever. I totally said it was Linnea."
Linnea -- "I hate you all."
Mom -- "Really?"
Linnea -- "Wellllllll . . . no . . . I do talk a lot . . . but I usually make sense!!"
Caroline -- "Not in your sleep . . ."
And they really do love one another. . . .
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