Boy: Naughty Tiger is my imaginary friend
Grandma: Can you see him now?
Boy. No. He's IM-A-GIN-ARY Grandma
Grandma: What does Naughty Tiger look like?
Boy: [sigh] No Grandma. You just can't see him because he's just imaginary. He's not real.
Grandma: Does he have stripes.
Boy: [SIGH] NO!
I bought some cheap Russian vodka on the way home - it came in a bedazzling gold box that opens out a bit like a coffin. Boy thought it was a perfect carry case for Nut. He was having trouble shoving Nut in one day and asked (read: yelled at) Grandma for help.
Oh, no, says Grandma, that's just perfect like that. There's a little gap so Nut can breathe.
No Grandma, says Boy, he doesn't need to breathe. He's Just. A. Toy.
Poor Grandma can't get anything right.
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