It's funny when having a toddler in the house transforms adult discussions into ridiculous exchanges and comical situations.

One recent evening I was playing with Pablo when I noticed my husband deep in thought about something on his table.

Me: Working late?

Husband: I need your help.

Thrilled about how much he valued my opinion, and eager to embark on an intelligent discourse, I answer: Sure, what is it?

Husband: Do you think it would be better if they swim in a school, or if i just arrange them at random?

My mind went blank.

He was talking about Pablo's new set of green glow-in-the-dark sea creature stickers. The ones that you stick on the ceiling.

Me: It doesn't matter.. does it?

Him: Of course it does. See? All the angelfish are facing that way, and the starfish here..(Proceeded to balance on a tall chair and painstakingly stick the neon figures above Pablo's bed, in an organized fashion)

Me: Oh. Ok. (Looking on, amazed at his patience.)

Him: Now to turn out the lights and make Pablo happy. (Proudly clicks off the light switch. Click.)

Pablo: (Takes one look at the glowing ghostly-looking fish, and screams in terror) WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

So much for the school of fish. But you've got to love the effort.