me: Biscuit, what if you found a squid in your bed?
me: What if when we got home, there was a big, floppy giant squid in your bed. What would you do?
biscuit: I wouldn't want a squid in my bed.
me: Me neither.
biscuit: I would make him his own little bed, so he could sleep there instead.
me: You're a thoughtful girl. So you're telling me that you would let a squid sleep in your room with you every night?
me: Even if his tentacles draped off the bed?
biscuit: I would tell him to put his thingies back in his own little bed.
me: Wow. I can't believe you would just let this random, strange squid come sleep in your room. Would you charge him rent?
biscuit: Probably not.
me: What would you name him?
biscuit: I don't know what to name a squid!
me: How about Herman? Herman the Giant Squid.
biscuit: No, she's a girl.
me: Harriet the Squid.
biscuit: No, mommy! Harry is a boy's name! Like Harry Potter is a boy wizard.
me: Harry is a boy's name. But Harriet is a girl's name.
biscuit: That's not a very good name. I would call her Shella.
me: But squids don't have shells.
biscuit: This one does.
me: Fair enough. What would you and your squid roommate do?
biscuit: Probably play Transformers. She could be Arcee, but I'm the blue one.
me: Well, then. I, for one, welcome our new squid exchange student/overlord. But tell her to keep her thingies in her own bed.
biscuit: Okay. She will.