Dog Child has been extraordinarily happy to be home since our recent jaunt to North Carolina. In fact? As soon as she came from the car into the house, she immediately plopped down in "her" spot, fell asleep and began snoring. Loudly.
Boy Child was hugging Dog Child on the floor, and I leaned over and rubbed her gently and said, "Ginger is such a good girl. She's so glad to be home. She likes it here better than she likes North Carolina".
Boy Child said, "Hey! I love North Carolina!"
"Ginger might love it there," I told him, "if she weren't so hairy. It's very hot there."
"True," he agreed.
"And you don't have very much hair," I reminded him.
"True," he agreed again. "And none of it is on my pubes".