I want it made perfectly clear. We’ve been having lots and lots and lots of rain lately.
I think the angels left the showers running.
Shakespeare, I’m talking.
Anyway, when it’s all wet and drippy outside, Mom won’t let us go out ‘cuz she says we’ll get all wet and muddy.
She knows you like to roll in the dirt.
I’m not listening to you.
Mom says you don’t listen to anyone.
What I started to say when I was so rudely interrupted many times by an orange fluff ball is that since we have to stay inside, I have ownership of the remote control.