Last night I dreamed I was dressing up as Santa Claus to escape prison.
Amy (thriteen years old): What did you have for lunch teacher?
Amy: Oh no! That stuff is dangerous.
Me: Yeah, it unhealthy, but there's only three restaurants near here.
Amy: My mom won't let me eat there. They have chickens with ten wings.
Me (I know from experience that I can't talk her out of this): It's okay, I like to eat monsters.
Amy: You do?!!
Update: Oh, I forgot to tell you, Peter got his job back. He was supposed to take a two week sabbatical while the students went to another province to complete an engineering project. That took longer than expected, and we had pretty much given up on the students coming back. However, finally they are back and Peter is going back to teach them today for one month. For those of you playing along at home, that's what precipitated the surprising automobile search.
Another Update: I should never tell anyone anything. As soon as, literally as soon as I started typing this, one of Peter's students called and said, "The teacher just told us that you won't have any more classes." This is news to us! I'll let you know how it turns out.