Today Claire and I had a typical car-conversation on the way home from her biweekly piano lessaon. After an in-depth monologue on yo-yos and their tricks, Claire explained that some toy she owns has the brand name of Klutz. "I don't know why they named it Klutz. I mean, that's what you call someone when you're making fun of them," Claire said incredulously.
"Do you know what klutz means?" I asked with some wonder.
"Oh yeah, it means clumsy. Or butterfingers," Claire said with surety. "That's right," I said.
"Or chicken fingers," Claire said a bit softer, followed by, "Wait, no,...I don't know why I said that."
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