Hephzibah: I’m worried about Mom.
Sweet Sam: How so?
Hephzibah: She keeps talking about how lonely she is. The conversation always ends with her wishing for a man in her life.
Sweet Sam: Hell’s bell’s, we have to nip that in the bud.
Hephzibah: That’s what I’m thinking, we need to stay a single parent family. We are NOT sharing a bed!
Sweet Sam: Well, Big Bro, what’s the plan?
Hephzibah: I’m pretty sure a shiny new pickup truck is on the list of “must have’s” for a potential mate, so I’ll pee on all the tires before he even opens the door. You do anything that involves cow shit and your entire body.
Sweet Sam: Sweet!! Can do.
Hephzibah: If that fails, I’ve got a Plan B. Pee on him.
Sweet Sam: Excellent. Good talk H!