Conversations between my wife and me -- and our cat. Again.

Yeah, I started typing that title into the subject field, and it autofilled. So I had to add "again".

(NICKY is batting the ball that we sometimes fill with treats around the house.)
(After a while, we hear a munching noise.)
LIS: Did you hear that?
IAN: Yeah, I guess there was still a treat in there from the last time we filled it.
LIS: That's the advantage of having the treat ball be a challenge -- it encourages him to entertain himself for WEEKS.

[... more time passes, and the ball-batting noises stop ... ]
LIS (from another room): Do you know where Nicky's ball went?
IAN (not standing up from the computer): No.
LIS: Did you even move?
IAN: You didn't ask me to move; you asked me if I knew where Nicky's ball went.
LIS: You're not actually required to TRY to get on my nerves, you know -- you're actually allowed to not be annoying if you want. I've got the cats for annoying.
IAN: So you want to go to the ball, then? [singing] "I want to go to the FES-ti-val"
LIS: [singing back] "I want to go to the VES-ti-bule] (just because "vestibule" and "festival" kind of sound alike)

NICKY runs to the front door and looks at it pointedly.

IAN: ... wait ... Nicky wants to go to the vestibule. How the hell does he even know the word "vestibule"? Have we even ever USED the word in front of him?