We're clearing the table after dinner and I have my back turned, packing up the leftover gravy. While I'm not watching WinnieTheWoot pours the remains of Mrs. Hatrack's wine into my glass:
WtW: Look, Dad, your wine multiplied!
WtW: It's a Christmas Miracle!
Me: My daughter is Jesus! My atheist daughter is Jesus!
Mrs. Hatrack: You two are just wrong. On so many levels.