Tonight, I manage to wedge myself next to (more like on) Paul who is sitting a large armchair that we have in front of the fireplace.
Paul: Where were you?
Me: Watching Harry Potter with Evan, Zayd and Ethan.
Paul: Hmm. How was that?
Me: I don't know what the heck is going on. Between the British accents and all the ghosts, and the teachers and stuff... I really don't get it.
Paul: Haven't you read the books?
Me: No. I don't really want to either. It probably didn't help that we watched the third one and I don't remember seeing the first one. I probably never saw the second one...
Paul: So did you know Ethan tried to bite Zayd?
Me: No. Where?
Paul: Zayd was on the computer.
Me: No, I mean where did Ethan try to bite him?
Paul: Oh... on the arm.
Me: Oh! Pooorrrr Ethan!
Paul: What?! What do you mean poor Ethan!?
Me: Wellll... I just feel bad for him... he wanted to be on the computer probably!
Paul: Najla! (laughing)
Paul: Pooorr Ethan? He tried to bite his brother!
Me: I know.
Paul: So when someone tells us Ethan has tried to murder someone you're going to say "Poooor Ethan?"
Me: I know! I know! It's just... he's my baby!