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?
(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?