My daughter believes in magic and my son is from outer space

I hate packing. My favorite scene from The Sword in the Stone is when with swish of his wand and a charming magic song Merlina has packed up his entire house.

Hockety pockety wockety wack that's the way we have to pack. Higitus Figitus migitus mum pres-ti-dig-i-ton-i-um!

I was complaining about this chore to Hannah before we left on our Christmas trip to Memphis.
Sarah: I wish I could pack up like Merlin.  But I forgot the magic words.
Hannah: perplexed Um, maybe they're on the DVD case.  Returns with the movie.  Here you go.
Sarah:  Drat!  Not on here.  But it wouldn't matter anyway.  I lost my magic wand.
Hannah:  For real and honest and true?  You could do magic?
Sarah: evasive Weeeeell, I lost my wand anyway.  Didn't I, Richard?
Richard:  uh-huh.
This is where Hannah gets thoughtful for a while.  In retrospect, I think she decided I wasn't being "for real and honest and true" when I got Richard to collaberate.  He's always making stuff up.
Hannah:  Mom, I know some magic words.
Sarah: surprised she's playing along  Okay.  whisper in my ear.
Hannah: "Work together."  She straightens up.  I'll go pick out some clothes.
Sarah: stunned silence.

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The day after a particularly gruesome I-can't-find-my-blanket episode Sam says to me, "Mom, I'm sorry, but I'm on the wrong planet."

And I couldn't really argue with that.