I frequently say things that I that I can hardly imagine I would have the need to say.  The top couple of things that come to mind in the last couple of weeks, are,

Q (child):  "Where is the dictionary?"
A (me):  "In the fridge."
Q (child): "Why?"
A (me):  "That's where we have been keeping it."  

The truly remarkable thing was that my response elicited absolutely no verbal or emotional curiosity or bewilderment.

For reader's clarity, the heavy dictionary was being used for the culinary purpose of squishing excess liquid out of something.

Shortly after this episode, while on the phone, no less, I was required to say to Huckleberry, "Do not rub the baguette on your ear, son."  He looked at the bread and stated that it was not a baguette.  "Alright, I stand corrected.  Please do not rub that part of a baguette on your ear."  He sets the baguette segment gently down by the phone where it does not belong.  Good Boy. 

Among these notable things I have said, there are many and daily other ridiculosities that are just part of motherhood such as reminding people not to spread saliva on their face with their fingers.  Fairly regularly I must remind people of the importance of small courtesies, such as not drawing bunny ears on the hockey player your brother just drew.  Such actions are liable to have undesirable repercussions.

All in a day's work.