Poppy: Mommy, I’m sorry your computer can’t compute as fast as your old computer.

Me: Thanks honey.

P: Maybe we can make it go faster!

Me: Yeah? How would we do that.

P: My store — where someone lives, called The Panic — has faster cartridges. We will use a faster cartridge from my store.

I would be worried about someone named The Panic living in my daughter’s store, but I happen to know that The Panic is the name of the store. I’m not sure who lives there, but I know they used to sell jewelry. I asked her why they were selling “fast computer cartridges” now, and she said, “They’re all out of jewelry.”