“Aww ... the poor wittle brain can’t take so much stwess.” She smiled, looking on.
“Ah, put a sock in it. Not like YOU’VE never been busy enough to fry some brain cells.”
“Been there, done that. And I don’t have many to spare, either.”
“Well, what are we gonna do? Take deep breaths?”
She shook her head.
“Focus on positive, less stressful times that are bound to occur in the future?”
Another head shake.
“Buy an elephant and move to Tahiti?”
She just looked at him.
“I’m out of ideas.”