Emerson: What’s the matter Mama? You don’t seem like yourself.
Me: I don’t feel well today. I came home early from work because I’m sick.
Emerson: That’s too bad Mama. You know what might really make you feel better? Petting the dog. I am here for you. Scratch away.
Me: I think I just need to go to bed.
Emerson: That’s an even better idea! Make room for me! *climbs on the bed*
Me: That wasn’t really what I… actually that does make me feel a little better.
Emerson: I told you so. The dog always knows best. ZzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZ