This morning we were at the library picking up our weekly reading material. We were not at our usual branch. We were at an older branch, a branch where there is no self-checkout. You have to do it the old fashioned way. In other words, you have to deal with a real human being.
Emily noticed right off.
Emily: Where we do the books?
Me: There aren't any self-checkout computers here. We give our books to a person instead.
Emily: What person?
Me: That person. Standing right there. Behind the desk.
(Please note that by this point in the conversation we are standing directly in front of the person in question.)
Emily: That's not a person. That's a boy.