Noah, what are you doing?
I’m just obliging the dog. She wanted something to chew on.
Well, she can’t have that stuff. Just leave it right there.
You know I can’t do that. It’s playable. The table is slick, the sun is out, the paper is there...along with a nice skiddable roll of tape. What were you expecting?
No, really. She cannot have that stuff.
Well, then I think someone ought to have moved it somewhere so the dog can't get it.
It IS somewhere the dog can’t get it.
Yes, but not somewhere I can’t get it. And if I can get it, then we all know what that means...or I thought we all knew.
Okay. I'll move it.
That will be fine. I don’t really care WHO clears the table off - you or I, but I do like a nice cleared off table. The sun is coming out and I’m feeling the urge to nap. Could you hurry?
You might try saying “Please”.
Oh, yes, I suppose I MIGHT, but we both know that isn’t going to happen.
