A few weeks ago I; a drowsy father, made my way up to The Twins’ bedroom to help Phoenix with a post-bedtime toileting issue. She had more energy than I did for sure. While she was washing her hands she loudly demanded to know:

Phoenix: “WHAT’S DAT ON YOUR SHIRT!?”

(Pronounced…..Shoyt)

I happened to be wearing a bro tank that reads “Miami” and features portraits of the Golden Girls.

Me: “Well that’s The Golden Girls.”

Immediately she responded with

Phoenix: “We’re not gonna eat…Golden Girls!”

Looking up at me earnestly with a serious face and shaking her head no.

Phoenix: “We’re not gonna eat…….people.”