Trixsie: Hey Beatrix, what ya doin'?
Me: Nothing, just staring into space.
Trixsie: can you see space through that wall?
Me: No, I mean I'm not looking at anything, I'm just zoning out
Trixsie: Oh, what ya thinking about?
Me: Nothing really , I'm just tired.
Trixsie: Oh, wanna play a game?
Me: No thanks, I'm tired.
Trixsie: OK, let's play the tired game I'll go first! *snores*
Me: Fine, can you play that in the bedroom?
Trixsie: *more loud fake snoring*
Me: Um, hey Trix we're out of left-handed milk. How about you run to the shop for some?
Trixsie: Cool! OK! *runs off*
Me: *breathes a sigh of relief*
Trixsie: *runs back* Bea... I don't have any left-handed money!

Me: *facepaw*