Badger: Mom's little nephew came over again today. Man, that kid scares me! He's so loud! I never know how to act around him. Am I supposed to chase him? Bite him? Ignore him? I'm so confused. I just don't know!
Bear: No doubt, my friend. He's a little tornado, for sure. You just have to stay still. That's the key.
Badger: That's so boring.
Bear: Maybe. But he's not blowing in my face all the time or chasing me around the living room or yelling BOO at me! Just you, dude.
Badger: Oh and what about that hoop thing he had today? That was a whole new nightmare.
Bear: You are such a scaredy cat, dude. At least I walked through it when Mom showed me how. And while we are on the subject of what scares you--what's up with bicycles and scooters? That gets a little old...all the barking every time a kid rides by on one of those.
Badger: I'm just being vigilant and consistent. You can't let your guard down, man.
Bear: Yeah, uh huh.
Badger: So, as if a morning with the kid wasn't bad enough, Mom decides a BATH would be a good idea? I didn't stink...that badly.
Bear: What do you have to complain about? What was that like your second bath in your whole life? You are such a baby; you won't even let her brush you. That's why you got a bath, doofus.
Badger: It was still traumatizing. Dad would have never let her do it.
Bear: You wanna bet?
Badger: Honestly, I'm too tired to argue about it now. I need a nap. What about you?
Bear: Man, baths have worn me out since I was a puppy. Let's grab the couch as soon as Mom bails.
Badger: Excellent idea, my brother. Can't wait till Dad gets home.
Bear: Maybe I'll be ready for my walk by then.
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