Dad: Ella, go downstairs with Paxton and play "Ship".
Ella: Okay!
seconds later.....
Ella: Dad, Paxton just said that I couldn't be the commander.
Dad: Okay, well... then... you be the one with scurvy.
Creativity. Daddy style.
She ran down and they played. She never bothered to ask what "scurvy" was.
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