Dorothy and I played a card game, and when it was over, I said, "That was fun. You're a good partner." "Not your partner," she clarified, "You mean your competitor."
I reminded Dorothy that my adult cousin still has a baby tooth. "Maybe the Tooth Fairy will bring her a dishwasher," she joked.
Dorothy watched Brian make a bourbon pie. When it came out of the oven, she said sadly, "Too bad I can't eat it because it's a beer pie."