Last night my wife and I were laying in bed reading like we do every night. Well, that's not entirely true. I was reading; she was talking about how she wanted to read, but she was so tired she would probably fall asleep after two pages, but I should go get her book because she left it in the living room and she wanted to read and might not be able to get to sleep if she didn't read. **Spoiler alert** I didn't go get her book and she fell asleep two seconds after the following conversation anyway.
So I was reading a Donatello one-shot that my friend bought me at the comic shop when my wife posed a question.
Em: So Raphael is cool, but rude, right? So that's what he has going for him.
Me: Yeah, and Michelangelo is a party dude.
Em: So he's the fun one.
Me: Yes.
Em: And Leonardo... cleans?
Me: What? No, Leonardo leads; he's their leader, and Donatello does machines.
Em: Oh leads I guess that makes more sense... but that's dumb, leads doesn't even rhyme with machines. Cleans rhymes with machines.
Me: OK.
Em: So who cleans?
Me: What? No one cleans; they're turtles. Have you ever seen their lair? It's a mess!
Em: Well that should have been the first ninja lesson Splinter taught them: how to clean up after yourself.
