John: Man, I'm tired.
Me: Bed, then, I think.
John: I need a think.
Me: That sounds like a Dr. Seuss story… I need a think that drinks pink ink.
Me: Isn't there actually a story with pink ink and a think?
John: It's a yink!
Me: Who likes to think and drink pink ink!
John: Vicky…. we need help!
Me: No we don't! We have each other!
Scary, that we reproduced, ain't it?