F: Can you please turn the chair so that I can see that picture?
D (complying): Can you see it now?
F: Yes. Daddy, why is Cory wearing my jacket, and Cory’s jacket is on me?
D (looking more closely): Oh, I guess you are right. I’ve never really noticed that before. I don’t know, Fisher, why you are wearing each others’ jackets.
F: That’s okay, Daddy. We can wear each others’ jackets because Cory is my sister. (Pause.) Daddy, I liked those muffins soooo much.
D: The one you are eating in the picture?
F: Yes. Thank you for buying me that muffin to eat.
D: You’re welcome, but it could have been Papa who bought that muffin for you.
F: I don’t think so.
D: Why not?
F: Because Papa bakes muffins for me and Cory. And that doesn’t look like that kind of muffin. So, I think you bought that muffin for us. So, thank you, Daddy.
D: Well, you’re welcome, Fisher. Do you want me to buy you another one of those muffins today?
F: No, not really.
D (smiling): Why not? You like those muffins soooo much, remember?
F: No, I don’t. I LIKED those muffins so much, but I don’t like those muffins right now. I am bigger than I was in that picture, but…
D: Yes, you are, Fisher.
F: …you can buy one of those muffins for Cory because Cory is my sister. She will still like that kind of muffin.
D: Okay, Fisher. Maybe I’ll do that.
F: Thank you, Daddy, for buying that muffin for my sister.
Too bad excess early morning warm-and-fuzzies for “my sister” can’t be captured in a cup, to be splashed in his face as he winds up to deck/tackle/kick/pinch/insult her later (and he will no doubt, within six hours, twelve at most, wind up to deck/tackle/kick/pinch/insult her)…