Me: *walks in after an hour jog* I am so sweaty and tired!
FAH: Oh, yeah? What that thang smell like?

Me: Ew, you're gross.
FAH: Come here.
Me: No.
FAH: please?
Me: I like to resist.
FAH: Come sit on my lap.
Me: What are you, Santa Claus?
Him: Yeah, come here, I'll give you a present.
Me: Okay, fine. Where's my present?
FAH: You're sitting on it.
Me:

FAH: Yes.
-End-