"Mm-hmm," she says as she finishes her toast just as we cross the bridge.
"Well," I pry, "so, what are their names?"
"Cake-lyn," she says as she shoves a handful of Kix into her mouth. "She's my favorite." [lick, smack]
"What about you, son?"
"Yes," he says, a little annoyed that he has to look up from his book. "I only have one friend. Her name is O-labia."