Emerson: Mama, may I be on the bed with you?
Wordsworth: Great idea! I’ll come up there with you too! Hey! This bed is kind of lumpy!
Emerson: Oof. A little help Mama?
Me: Hmm… I believe I can hear Xerxes laughing from canine heaven.
Emerson: I have no idea what you could possibly mean by that.
Me: Exhibit A:
Emerson: I have no memory of that event. That could be any dog. You probably photoshopped it.