Mom was working upstairs while I was on the couch with Alice and the lap dog.
Dad: Mom, are you sure you don’t want Poly upstairs in your room?
Mom: Yes.
Dad: But Poly is so sad! She’s crying!
Alice: I read to Poly.
Dad: You’re going to read a story to Poly?
Alice: Yes, I read to her and then she feel better.
Alice then got a world economic fact book and started reading out of it to Poly. She babbled for a minute or so and then said “The End. Poly feels better now”.