Fun Dad
I went to the Berkley hills today to buy a laptop off a pretty well-to-do, 40-ish CFO type. As we walked into his study, he yelled up the stairs, "Jenny-honey, Daddy has to work. Why don't you read the dictionary till you fall asleep."

Seeing my blank stare: "She likes to read the dictionary."
Me: "How old?"
Him: "Seven"

How does this happen?