Absurd

My son is smart. All my kids are smart, but that middle kid is strangely smart. He's seven and has read Huck Finn in its entirety. I quizzed him about the main point of the story, and he got it. Anyway, he's always coming out with wry sentiments. He'll utter deep thoughts, replete with seven-dollar words (inflation, you know) and sigh like a sage. He'll knit his brows together, shaking his head, vaguely displeased with the world.

I'm used to all this by now. So why do I still laugh when I hear things like this?

Me: Kids, I'm sorry the power is out again. Family game night is going to have to be a game of cards by flashlight.

Middle Son: Ah, India. Absurd. Absurd and sublime.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.