An oldie from 2016.  Not sure why it didn’t get posted at the time…

Homework Club at the dining-room table.  Eldest is writing a history essay on European nationalism movements, while G is doing an assignment on baking for Food Tech.  Both are concentrating ferociously.

(to me): “How many b’s in Garibaldi?”

(obviously returning from some distant mental shore and looking bewildered): “Aren’t any bees in a Garibaldi.  They’re squashed flies, but they’re really currants.”