This was an actual conversation in our house tonight:
Scene: Disgusting, slobbery dog with her even-more-gross tennis ball jumps up on our bed.
Me to dog: Yeah, I don't want you up on our bed with your dirty ball.
Jacob bursts into uncontrollable giggles.
Me to Jacob: Ummmm..what's so funny?
Jacob (not very convincingly): Nothing
Vaughn: What are you? Ten?
It's good to know Jacob can still hang with the best of fifth-graders. The dog had no response.