That Old Ruffian.

6.32am.

Daddy Dearest and me making breakfast.

Dad approaches,

"Could you imagine humans not having skeletons?"

Dad makes his body go all sloppy and his hand flimsy. His tongue sticks out of his mouth and he goes cross eyed.

Me - "I don't think we'd be able to stand up."

Dad, continuing to look like a drugged up cthonic monkey - "Yeah I know."

Me - "We'd squish about on the floor."

Dad - "I know."

Me - "I don't think it'd be very comfortable."

Dad - (still imagining he has no bones. Flopsying about the kitchen.)

Me - "Yeah. I think it'd be weird."

Dad - "Yeah. I know. Coffee?"