Faraday: *inarticulate attack-y noises*I'm a VISHUS PREDATOR, I am!
Allie: *sigh* Sure you are, Brat. Until you go outside. And then you turn into a whiny baby, jumping at every sound (like blackbirds).Faraday: Are you threatening my...my...cat-hood an' stuffs, Allie?
I 'm not skeered of no burds. I'm a vishus predator!
Thirty minutes later....
Faraday: Uh, Mommy? Can I come sit wif you onna deck?
And don't pay any attention to what that squirrel's saying. I'm not a wuss.
I just happen to like the deck. Okays?
Sure, kiddo.... ***
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