Random Dad: "Felix, why don't you ask the man who works here your question?"
Me: "How can I help you?"
Felix: "Where's mom?"
RD: "Not that question, buddy. The other one."
Felix: "When Ant-Man shrinks in size, doesn't he also shrink in mass? So shouldn't he explode like a black hole?"
RD: "Nope, your other question, Felix. The other one."
Felix: "Oh, do you have X-Men comics?"
Me: "I am way better equipped to answer that question."
I lead them over to the X-Men comics.
RD: "Felix why are you eating your shirt? Is it because Timmy eats his shirt? Mommy doesn't eat her shirt. Does daddy eat his shirt?"
RD: "Then why are you eating your shirt."
Felix: "Tastes good."
RD's phone rings. He steps out into the hallway. "Hello. Who is this? Speaking. Oh, hi. business business blah blah blah business business blah..."
Felix, half of his shirt stuffed in his mouth, goes muffled screaming out the door and up the stairs.
RD: "business busin--"
Me: "Sir, your son is..." I point up the stairs.
And they both run full speed across the windows. The dad did catch Felix at the far window.