"Well, I guess even tough guys have something to recommend them." said George.
"I think Uncle Harry's kinda' sweet, Dad," said little Fay.
"I wouldn't say 'sweet' exactly," said her brother, "but he's OK, I guess."
"Well, in any case, dinner's over," said George's wife. "Kids, clear the table, rinse the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. George, help me get the rest of Harry back into the freezer."
(Gordon and Emma, I really did think of this BEFORE I saw either of your contributions. Maybe it's the season or something in the water. In either case, please don't ask me to Christmas dinner.)