The Squirmy-Wormy Discussion

"I'm seriously NOT kidding you, Mama... this grass just MOVED!"
"It's pretty windy out here, Day, all of the grass is moving."
"No... I'm telling you, this wasn't 'wind movement'... something's in there and it's totally freakin' me out!"
"Where?"
"There, right there! Something moved. Something big... I felt it touch my paw!"
"Well, it can't be anything too awfully big or it wouldn't be able to hide in the grass."
"Well, it was sure big in overall grossness!"
"Okay, let's have a look; it's probably just a bug or a worm..."
"JUUUUUST a bug or a worm???!! A bug or a worm is so NOT cool... this is myyy grass and I want it to be soft and green and CLEAN for me to play in. I don't want to have to be worried about bugs and worms touchin' me... that's gross! You don't really think it would be a worm, do you, Mama?"
"No, probably not a worm, Day."
"But, now you're prob'ly just sayin' that to make me feel better... I just really don't like worms. Worms are all, like, gooey and sticky and squirmy and just really, really sickening. Did you find it yet? Is it a worm? Is it a bug?? Is it one of those tickles things you told me to watch out for???"
"Nope, not a worm or a bug, not even a tick... just a tiny piece of dandelion stem. See, nothing to be worried about, at all."
"Whew! That stem is sure lucky it wasn't a worm!"
"Yeah... you sure would've shown that evil worm a thing or two, huh?"
"Really, Mama? ..... Worm-mockin' me now??"
"And probably evermore."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Eye Drop Discussion

"But, I didn't want to have an eye drop time today..."
"I know... but you need your eye drops."
"But, IIIiiiii don't think I need them... my eyes aren't dry or red or itchy; not even one little bit!"
"We go through this every time, Day, and you know these drops are for your Diabetes Insipidus and not, at all, for any symptoms involving your actual eyes."
"EXACTLY!!! So, WHYYY put the drops in my EYYYES??!!! You KNOW that I don't even like having drops, at all... well..... unless they're going to be gumdrops. I like gumdrops! Can we just have gumdrops instead today? And then maybe we could go outside for a play and then we could come back in and check the bag again, just to see if we maybe missed any and if there still might be just one more hiding that I could have and be just so happy... so GUUUUUMDROP HAP-PEHHH!!!!!"
"Day, you do realize that eye drop time would already be long behind us if we had just gotten it over with right away."
"Eye drop time??! But, I thought we just decided we were having gumdrop time instead..."
"No, you decided... I know that we still need to get these drops in."
"I like gumdrops...."
"I know you like gumdrops but, enough with the gumdrop distractions... it's time. Now, look waayyyy up at the ceiling, just a quick drip-drop and..."
"No, but wait! ... Um, if you're really not up for the gumdrop plan, I'd be willing to give a few lemondrops a try....."
"Done!"
"What??!"
"All done. You are good to go, Dude. I snuck the medicine in fast while you were all dreamy-eyed over your gumdrop/lemondrop plans."
"You SSSNNUCK it in???!!"
"Yep."
"Without my permission???"
"Sorry... had to be done."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Slumberjack Discussion

"But, I said I wanted to wear the greeeeen jammas, not the red jammas..."
"I know... but the green ones are in the washing machine and you need some extra warmth right now; these ones were clean and ready to take on the task.
"But, the blue ones are clean, too. Why did you just give me red when maybe I might have wanted the blue if the green ones are dirty... like you saayyy (eye roll)."
"Did you really just roll your eyes at me??"
"Um..... nnnnn-nooooo........"
"Good, 'cause I didn't think you would do something like that... you're just too sweet for those kind of antics."
"But, I would have been even sweeter in my green jammas... just so you know."
"Day, it's the same fleecy softness, the same comfy fit, the same cozy warmth. Can you just deal with the red, at least until the green ones are dry? Please??"
"Mama, I know they're soft and comfy and cozy... that much, I actually like. But in these red ones, my friends keep askin' me where I keep my axe. They make fun of me and they call me Sluuumberrrring Jack....."
"Hmmm. I can understand how that could be tough but for you, but... being called a slumberjack might actually be a compliment to take pride in."
"How do you figure that?"
"Well, your Grampa Bob was a professional lumberjack and he'd be honoured to see you in red plaid. And the slumbering part... you spent four and a half years working harder than any of your friends can even imagine and you have earned and deserve your slumbery days of retirement."
"Fiiinnnnnne... I'll just wear these red ones, then......"
"Awesome... now how 'bout a big ol' smile to go with them??"
"No."
"Greyhounds are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Covers-Stealing Discussion

"Day, did you really need to take ALL of the duvet?

"But, you didn't really need that part of the duvet, right Mama?"

"Actually, I did... it was the only part that was covering me. You know I'm still trying to get over this flu and that I get chilled really quickly and still need to rest."

"But, you have your sundress on and that covers you enough that you really shouldn't need this cover, too."

"But, I might. I might get super cold and not be able to find enough energy to go and get another blanket."

"You won't get cold... I'll keep you warm with my heart."

"Some duvet along with your heart would be nice..."

"And... I'm sure it would be... but..... I just really need it aaalllll. See, I like to have the WHOLE duvet fluffed up under me 'cause then it feels like I'm floating on a cool and crisp yet warm and soft cloud of floating squooshiness and it just makes me feel so happy and so perfect inside..."

"But, don't you remember when we talked about how sharing is caring and about how everything is even better when shared with someone else?"

"I remember... and I hope you do feel better to be sharing the bed with me, Mama."

"But, I'd like to be sharing the duvet."

"And you are... you're shaaarriiinng by letting me have my turn with it."

"Greyhounds are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Flying-Disc Discussion

"What??? Nnnnnn-ooooooooo-O..... I didn't take this from Derbyyyy..."
"Really? Because from what I saw, Derby was quite interestedly discovering the fun of that very flying-disc that you seem to now be carrying."
"No, but he was finished with it."
"But, I saw you rush in and swipe it."
"But, um, I didn't think he wanted it anymore."
"It was in his mouth, Day."
"But, I think he was just holding it until I got there."
"I think you hurt his feelings."
"Why should he feel hurt? It's my toy...."
"I know it's your toy. I also know that we talked about the kindness of sharing toys with friends."
"I know yoouuu talked about it but I also remember IIiiiiii didn't really  agreeeee with it."
"Agree or not, it's a good way to show friendship. I think you should take it back over to Derby and let him have another turn."
"I will... in a little while. I just need to show Derby how it's done first!"
"He'll figure it out, start walkin', Mister..."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."