(After dinner, still sitting at the table.)
ELIAN: (His voice five octaves higher) "Papa, can you take me upstairs?" said the fork, "I'm tired too."
PAPA: I think that there is a blog entry...
ELIAN: Mama, are you coming upstairs too?
MAMA: Yeah, I'm going to put my fat pants on.
PAPA: ...not the part about the fat pants.
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