There's a chimney sweep here today, cleaning and inspecting our fireplaces - two of them, a la 1970's ranch style home.
Last night, when I told the girls a guy was coming to clean the chimneys and that they needed to stay out of his way, E1 and E2 (informed separately) began giggling.
E1: Is he a chimney sweep?
Rob: Yes, he is.
Me: A guy is coming to clean the chimney tomorrow.
E1: He's a chimney sweep!
Me: Why is that funny?
Today, they were checking out the front window in anticipation of his arrival. When a van finally stopped at the curb and a guy wearing jeans and a navy blue polo shirt emerged, E1 remarked,
E1: That's him? He doesn't look like a chimney sweep.
Me: What is a chimney sweep supposed to look like?
E1: Black clothes and black stuff all over his face...like in Mary Poppins.
Me: That would be a chimney sweep who hasn't bathed.
They're now spying on him using all assorted spy gear they've accumulated over the years - including the pink spy fake cell phone that required them to take a trip up to the hardware store for fresh batteries.
Who knew chimney sweeps were such suspicious characters?