I was talking with The Princess. She is in the process of buying a house. (She's in the annoying, can't-find-anything-affordable-getting-h
The Princess: My child is not sleeping in a garage!
Me: You should do like I do: make your car your baby, and then it's okay if she sleeps in the garage.
The Princess: My baby gives me gummy smiles. What does your baby give you?
Me: *grins* Powerslides.
(She, rather understandably, called me a freak at this point.)