We are strange

Some of the weird ways our minds work:
Chi has been stuffy and therefore not sleeping well, so while putting on his pajamas I grabbed the Baby Vicks. Gabe said, "Can I help rub in the Vixen." We started giggling for different reasons. I had Santa's reindeer running through my head. Matt was thinking Chi certainly would enjoy being rubbed by a vixen in about 15 years.

Days later...
My throat was hurting (darn kids spreading around those germs!) and Matt offered to go get throat lozenges for me. "What kind do you want?" he asked. "I don't know. Ones that work," I replied. "What, do you mean like magic ones?" he mocked using jazz hands. "Yes, the ones with jazz hands." Conversation continues on as we make a list of other items needed. "Okay. Is that it? Do you want anything else?" Matt asks. "A baby elephant," I say (not sure why, so don't ask). Matt replies, "Hmm. Only if it's reasonable." "How can you tell? Are you going to ask it if it's reasonable?" So, list reads: lozenges with jazz hands, toothpaste, and a reasonable baby elephant.