Me: Are you nuts? Where do you think I've been, dressed like this? *Indicates security officer uniform*
Pook: No, I mean you are gone longer now. Why?
Saav: Yeah, I noticed that too. How come?
Me: *Sigh* Oh, I see. It's called "overtime" when I work more than 40 hours. I get extra money for that, which helps our budget and our savings account. And I can spend a little of that extra money on you girls, too.
Saav: Cool! Can I have a laptop like yours?
Pook: Yeah, I want one too! And how about some Brie and maybe some caviar at night?
Pook: OMG here comes that dang Comfortis pill! Run, Saav!
Me: Oh hell no. Get back here, you two. You're getting the pill whether you like it or not!
Pook: But we don't have fleas!!
Saav: Yeah, we're fine!
Me: I don't give a flying **** about not having fleas. The landscaper's dog may have had fleas, I don't know. What, because maybe a couple fleas got in here and got all over you? You want to be itching and scratching and bleeding and miserable? You better re-think this. Now come here, NOW.
Pook: Yuck, fleas! Ok Mom.
Saav: Wooo, fleas are nasty. Ok.
(Wrap them in heavy towels and force their mouths open and pop the pill down their throats)
Pook: Gaaaahhhhh I need some water.
Saav: Yuck! Me too!
(Pook and Saav go to the water and drink a bit)
Me: The Comfortis pill is a lot better than the stuff we used to put on your shoulders, remember?
Pook: But Mom, there's no fleas here.
Saav: Yeah, why do we take a pill? We're inside. We don't get fleas.
Me: Maybe other peoples' dogs who come here have fleas, so we need to protect you. Geez, it won't kill either of you to get a pill!