Momma: Well, Dex, it's been almost a week since Oliver went home. Do you miss him?
Momma: Wasn't it fun having him here? Does it kind of make you wish you had a brother or sister who lived here all the time?
Momma: Because, I think that Mango's half sister will be having a litter in the summer and...
Momma: OK! No need to yell. How about we go check on the bird feeders?
Momma: Hey Dex, what are you doing?
Me: I'm making a zoomie path so that we can play tennis ball.
Momma: Oh Dex, there's too much snow for tennis ball.
Me: No there isn't. Just throw along my runway and we'll be fine.
Momma: You know that won't work. I can't throw precisely enough and then you lose the ball and I have to slog through the deep snow to find it and it makes me tired.
Me: Big deal. You could use the exercise. Come on, let's go!
Momma: Hey! Are you implying I'm out of shape?
Me: Not at all. Just noting that your jeans are kind of full lately. Now hop to it.
Momma: I think my jeans are shrinking in the dryer.
Me: If you say so, now can we please play ball?
Momma: OK, but if I miss the path, I'm not going to get the ball for you.
Me: Um, this is kind of awkward, but I seem to have lost track of the ball.