Me: I'm still laughing.
DoY: That child needs psychiatric intervention.
Me: He's a toddler. They aren't rational.
DoY: He's unhinged poor thing. Why would he want a filthy hound in his car?
Me: A cat should drive him to daycare?
DoY: My point exactly.
Me: Do you know how to drive?
DoY: You have often been heard to mutter that *I* drive you crazy.
Me: I must be tired from BEA. I just walked into that one.
DoY: After you serve dinner, you may lie on my couch.
Me: You've had dinner. It's 9pm!
DoY: I think you're so tired you forgot to serve me.
Me: Have I ever forgotten to serve your victuals?
DoY: (darkly) Not yet.
Me: About as much chance of that as the dog driving the kid to daycare.
DoY: Filthy hounds and sticky toddlers. How did Dante overlook them?