Conversation of the Week

The Dad and I are laying in bed reading (yes, we really were just reading) and Daughter come comes walking up to The Dad, naked as the day she was born (and just about any other day as well), obviously she's sleepwalking:

Daughter 2:  Ummm... Daddy (scratches her belly) I have a problem.

The Dad:  What's up, baby?

Daughter 2:  My clothes (rubs her belly) are all wrinkly.

The Dad:  That's too bad, baby.  Why don't you go on back to bed.

Daughter 2:  But my clothes, Daddy!

The Dad:  You want me to iron them?

Daughter 2:  Iron?  What's iron?