“Frankie!  Where are you?”

“Right here.”  The monkey is fully reclined on the snuggler in the living room with his hands folded behind his head.

“I told you to put your boots on.  You’re going to be late for school.  Why are you sitting there?”

He smiles serenely.  “Sarcasm.”

“What?!”

“Sarcasm.”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“Um uh . . . you know.  When you’re half joking and half serious.”

“What does that have to do with sitting there instead of putting on your boots?”

“I’m not sure.”