My twelve-year-old came racing into the room and said, "Mom! Quick! Before my brother comes back, I need you to help me find a base camp!"
Me: Huh? What kind of base camp?
Twelve: You know, like a secret lair.
Me: Hello? I'm the only girl in this house. Don't you think if I could come up with some kind of secret lair I'd be in it all the time and you jokers would never find me?
Twelve: Oh yeah. Good point.