Mason: "Muffins for breakfast? Again?"
Me: "Well, yes. I thought you like them."
Mason: "You're right. I love muffins. I especially love to crumble them into little pieces."
Me: "I know, I get to clean it up."
Mason: "Mmmm, smells good."
Mason: "Wait. Is that a hair?"
Me: "Sure looks like a cat hair to me. Must have come from your hand. Maybe you should stop pulling Kinnick's fur out."
Mason: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Mason: "I love you, muffin."