I forget how Namine and I got on the topic of mummies. We were talking about pyramids, I think. Jessica might remember.

I was tucking Namine in for the night, and she asked me: “Are there other family people to go with mummies? Like, are there duddies, and child… um, like, child names?”

“Nope,” I answered. “Just mummies.”

“Can I see a picture?”

“Not tonight.” (Show her a picture of a mummified corpse, right before bed? Yeah, that plan couldn’t possibly backfire.) “Tell you what, next weekend, we’ll see if we can get to the museum. We’ll go to the Ancient Egypt exhibit, and we’ll learn all about the mummies and the pyramids.”

“Okay. Are there booby traps in the museum?”

“No, no booby traps.”

“Not even water booby traps, like in Phineas and Ferb?”

“Nope. You don’t have to worry about booby traps.”

“Okay. Good night, Daddy.”

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