"I think that piece goes here."
"No, Bones, the little picture clearly shows it here."
"But that makes no sense."
"It's a kid's toy. They don't need to make sense."
"That seems counter productive."
Special Agent Seeley Booth looked over the mess of brightly colored plastic at his friend and partner, Doctor Temperance Brennan. She had joined Parker and himself for dinner and even held her tongue during the traditional reading of Twas the Night Before Christmas when they tucked the boy into bed. The blatant absurdity of children's toys finally broke her composure and the forensic anthropologist had to express her opinions.
"It doesn't need to make sense, Bones. It just needs to be fun."
The answer seemed to confuse her. "But my gift to him last year made sense and he enjoyed it."
"I know, but sometimes the fact that things don't make sense make them more fun."
Obviously, she didn't agree with that, but sighed and fitted another piece of the toy into place. "Parker asked me if I'd be here in the morning to see him open his presents."
He smiled at her. "That'd be nice."
"Yes, I think so."
"Merry Christmas, Bones."
"Merry Christmas, Booth."