Some-Kind-of-Colored Small Fantasy Creature

Update: I think I was tired when I posted this last night.  "...asked what Daddy fun things was going to do..." makes no sense whatsoever!  I fixed it so I am no longer being publicly humiliated, but I left the phrase here so I can laugh at myself anyway.

Last night at dinner we were discussing the girls' and my upcoming trip to Utah.  We're going for a girls' week with Grandma and Grandpa E. (he's an honorary girl for the week...or something.)  And Chris is staying here alone.

We were talking about all the fun things we want to do while we're in St. George, and someone asked what fun things Daddy was going to do while we're gone.

Vicki said, "Oh, he's just going to eat junk food and watch junk shows."

Chris said, "Junk shows?" (probably thinking, rather accurately, that I'm the one who watches junk shows; Glee, anyone?)

And Vicki said, "Yeah, you know, like 'Blue Elf'."

Silence.

Blue Elf?

"The one you were watching that one day?  Where it was kind of like deja vu?  And they're on a spaceship, with a guy with an H on his head?"

And Chris almost fell out of his chair laughing.

She was talking about Red Dwarf.