We're sitting in my bedroom, the girls and I, and we're looking through the mountain of clean laundry on my bed that's waiting to be folded. Trout is complaining how every pair of underwear we find gives her a wedgie, so we keep looking. Sunny keeps up a running chatter, running on about everything and nothing at the same time, something about underwear and running out of underwear, I wasn't really paying attention because who can pay attention to every word when someone talks that much? Eventually she says, "and if you run out of underweaw, you can always use one ov my pwullups, Twout."