Garren: I can’t wait until I move out. It’s not that I don’t want to live with you. It’s just that you tie me down. 

Me: Please don’t eat that (sandwich) in the car. 

Garren: I’m not. I’m just admiring it with my tongue. 

Garren: Can you smell people?

Me: I suppose so...body odor, perfume...

Ryker: I smell like flowers.

Garren: I’d say he’s (Benny) our therapy dog, but we’re really his therapy people.