My mom was talking to my seven-year-old daughter about an aunt my father has, but since I pronounce it to rhyme with gaunt, she must have confused my daughter because my daughter responded with “Is she a black aunt?” My mother was flustered and said no, but before she could ask anything about why she would think that I busted out laughing and had to hold my thumb and index finger up together to signify tiny and finally said “Black ant! She thinks you’re literally talking about Pops having an ant!” We couldn’t stop laughing. I love the very literal thinking she does.