DQ: Oh! There is my pillowcase, on your pillow!
(I had already noticed that my pillowcase had mysteriously hopped off my pillow and onto Big Him's. Luckily, I had a backup pillowcase on underneath the preferred pillowcase. So what if I have issues!!!)
DQ: My pillowcase. You stole my pillowcase. It's there on your pillow now.
BigHim: I don't understand.
DQ: That blue, soft jersey pillowcase (my favorite one), the one that is now on your "knee" pillow, that one-right there, the one that was on my pillow just last night. That pillowcase.
BigHim: I don't think so.
DQ: Yes, you swiped my pillowcase.
BigHim: Oh gawd, I hate whatever!
DQ: OK, fine.
BigHim: Ugggh! Why did you have to say FINE???
DQ: FFS, WAAAGH!!!
(Anyway, I thought I would share this lovely exchange for all of you other mothers who also fail at communications with their own BigHims in even the most basic of conversations.)