Sometimes your friend says, “Tell Jake to get the box of babies.”
And, knowing better than to clarify, you say, “Jake, get the box of babies.”
Then, unsuspecting of any nefarious deeds underfoot, you get in the car and play with a kid until something is slid into the seat next to you and you look over and IT IS A FREAKING BOX FULL OF BABIES!
Squeezie said, “That one with the big head is scary.”
“It IS scary!!”
“No, JERRY. That’s his name. Jerry.”
Oh. that too.
I could not handle it.