Mr. Grasshopper: You can’t see me.
Me: Well, actually I can.
Mr. G: No you can’t. I’m camouflaged.
Me: Not really. You’re greenish with enormous black eyes and the sunflower you’re sitting on is yellow.
Mr. G: Well fiddlesticks. …Are you going to eat me?
Me: Uh, no. That would be gross.
Mr. G: Hey, I resent that! I bet I’d make a tasty meal!
Me: Make up your mind, do you want to be eaten or not?
Mr. G: No no. I’m fine. You’re right. I’m all crunchy and juicy and yucky. ………..But I’m not gross. Just sayin’.
Me: I’m sure you’re right. Sorry.
Mr. G: It’s ok. Happens all the time.