Ethan: I can cook Cod.
Simon : Did you get the picture?
Ethan: yeah I think…your ear Simon.
Simon: That’s called Art.
Simon: Send it to Dogue
Ethan : I’m sending it to mom
Simon: ….she’s seen us before. What about Dogue.
Ethan: Dogue doesn’t exist.
Simon: yes it does. I can sense it.
Simon: are we going to go see mom? It’s Friday….on Friday we go see mom.
Ethan: we have to cook first. Then we go see mom. Besides, she may still be mad at you for bruising her eye.
Simon: what! That was an accident. I licked it to make it better And besides…it looked to me,like something a white male would do. Not – a- beagle.
Ethan: you still shouldn’t be jumping on the bed uninvited.
Simon: ….but it’s so soft…like a cloud….
Ethan: it sure is since you stopped hogging all the covers.
Simon: there’s witch craft there dad. It’s suddenly as hot as the sun. I thought I was going to suffocate!! I barely made it out alive! My fur was simmering.
Ethan: yeah it’s an electric blanket.
Ethan: yeah ?
Simon: I dropped my ball in my water bowl.
Ethan: well, get it.
Simon: It’s like it’s own little island…
Simon: Are you sure you can cook Cod?…I don’t think you can cook Cod. Let’s bring it to her fresh. Don’t cook it. I feel like that would be better.
Ethan: Negative. How about bread instead.
Simon: oh I like bread!
Drop some on the floor,dad.