Me: Petals! Go get mommy’s phone! Right there! See it? It fell under the table.
Petals: (Sidles over to phone, picks it up, and brings it back to me.)
Me: (Picking her up and clapping) YES! I am the FALCONER! Fly my little Falcon! Fly!
The Boy: Hmm… she’s more like a retriever than a falcon. She certainly doesn’t fly and I don’t think she’s ready to catch mice.