"Grandma, I'm going to dance!"
"Don't be silly, Grandpa.
"Grandma, I can't stand to dance!"
- Grandfather, calm down, I told you.
- Grandma, why are you stopping me? The soul just asks to dance.
— Grandpa, well ashamed, let the coffin buried. Then dance.
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— Grandma, again, the soup had soured.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?" I made it two hours ago.
"It's sour, I tell you!
"Grandfather, he's not even cold enough to go sour.
— Grandma! Who's boss? Said proxy, then the proxy!
— I'm going to see where it's gone sour."
"Put on your galoshes."
"Why?"
- It's all over the floor...
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"Grandma, I'm not going in the water, for the life of me!"
"Grandfather, don't be silly. Get in there.
"Grandma, don't ask! I in year a was born, and cats water not like.
"Grandfather, the water is not cold. Come on.
"Grandma, don't try to persuade me! I'm not going in the water anyway. Not my element!
"Ugh, you old fool, get back!" Again, most of the puddles your bike to push.