"Sure. Uh...no. She only has one eye."
"Oh. I didn't know that."
"What are you guys staring at?"
"Are you looking at my eye? I can't see..."
"No. We weren't looking at your eye. We were looking at your...uh...hand."
"That's not my hand. That's my foot."
Seriously, folks. I can't make this stuff up. This was the conversation at the ball while Little Frog and Little Bug were taking a bath this morning. This conversation was equal parts LBug and equal parts LFrog. I loved the awkward pauses that they built into it.