*arriving home after the typical Friday night TJ's and grocers stop. As I am unloading bags into the house Chloe goes ahead of me.*
Daughter: "Daddy, I'm going to go put my stuff down inside."
Dad: "Ok, thanks, I'll be right in"
Daughter: *running out of the house* "I saw something!"
Dad: "What did you see?"
Daughter: "It was dark and ran across the house!"
Dad: "You probably saw one fo the mice, it's cold they're coming inside now."
Daughter: "Mice are grey, this was darker and bigger!"
Dad: "baby, mice can look dark from a distance, they're small and run fast, now help me with these bags."
Daughter: "No, she was my size!"
Dad: "What!?...She?!....you're size?!"
*temporary stare off; me at the car, Chloe on the porch*
Daughter:".....uh....maybe it was my imagination or something like that."
Dad: TOTALLY FUCKING CREEPED OUT.... proceeds to bake cookies anyway..
