(I’m in the toy aisle with my seven-year-old daughter, letting her pick out a new toy.)

Daughter: “Look, Mom! The Musketeer Barbies! Can I get one?”

Me: “Where are their muskets?”

Daughter: “What?”

Me: “Their muskets. It’s a type of gun. They don’t have any muskets. How can they be ‘musketeers’ if they don’t have muskets?”

Daughter: *gives me a withering look* “Oh, shut up! Can I just get one of the stupid Barbies?”