"Boys are crazy," Baby Girl announced.
"Well," her brother replied, "there's crazy, and then there's crazy."
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
He ticked it off on his fingers. "There is the good kind of crazy, like Einstein, there is the bad kind of crazy, like super villains, and then there is the other kind of crazy."
"Other kind?"
"Yes, he nodded. "Like 'There's a banana walking down the hall' crazy."
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