The boy is, um, creative. Two instances from the past week.
1. Nathan was going to a whisky tasting. He announced he was leaving so he could get there a little early. Z's commentary: "Get in early, start drinking early. Squawkadoodles."
2. Nathan was tucking in the kids. He noticed that the plastic bag left there a month ago had not left the middle of Z's room. He picked it up and began teasing Phin with it. The dog obligingly jumped at it and ripped it in multiple places, virtually tearing it in half. When Nathan went to throw away the bag, Z ran after him, protesting that it would be wrong to throw away Frederick. The bag. Its name is Frederick. Not only did Z retrieve Frederick from the trash, he set him in the middle of his room and proceeded to perform CPR. Nathan was told that Frederick was breathing again.

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