Me: Whatcha thinking about, Big Dog?
Big Dog: Food.
Me: Anything else?
Big Dog: The mailman.
Me: It’s midnight.
Big Dog: Also, food.
Little Dog: Maybe we should go to bed. That’s one step closer to sleep, which takes us to tomorrow, which is when breakfast happens.
Big Dog: Breakfast?
Little Dog: You know.
Big Dog: No.
Little Dog: Dinner in the morning.
Big Dog: I would like dinner, please.
Me: Not to repeat myself, Big Dog, but it’s midnight.
Big Dog: Then I will wait for the mailman. I hate him.
Little Dog: Her.
Big Dog: I will get you mailman. One day, I will get you.
Little Dog: Or we could go to bed. Which is one step closer to tomorrow. Because, let’s face it, we could be waiting a long time for the actual mailman.
Me: True that.