"I don't know. What do you call them?"
I went up the stairs three at a time and burst into my daughter's room.
There she sat on her bed reading a book to two volplas.
One of the volplas grinned and said in English, "Hello there, King Arthur."
"What's going on here?" I demanded of all three.
"Nothing, Daddy. We're just reading like we always do."
"Like always? How long has this been going on?"
"Oh, weeks and weeks. How long has it been since you came here that first time to visit me, Fuzzy?"
The impolite volpla who had addressed me as King Arthur grinned at her and calculated. "Oh, weeks and weeks."
"But you're teaching them to read English."