Me: Hello Emerson! Would you like to sit up on the bed with me?
Emerson: Sort of.
Me: I don’t think you can “sort of” sit on the bed. Either you’re on the bed or you’re not.
Emerson: Of course I can sort of be on the bed. Watch. *steps onto bed with front feet and lies down, but leaves back feet on the floor.* See?
Me: Well I guess I was wrong. But that can’t really be that comfortable.
Emerson: Wrong again! It’s very cozy! Though it would be even cozier if someone would scratch my neck.
Hint hint.
My dog does this too! I should try it. Might stretch out the back.