Nash and Edsel coming downstairs this morning:
Nash: Hey, that’s MY whale!
Edsel: What whale?
Nash: Not whale, WHALE! Let go of my WHALE!
Edsel: (mimes releasing an imaginary whale with an elaborate modern dance/jazz-hands kind of motion) There ya go, buddy!
Nash: (stares at Edsel for a few blinks. Leans so he can look past Edsel at me.) All right, I give up! (Points at hand rail.)
Edsel: Ohhhh, RAIL. (Moves his hand out of the way)
Nash: Duh, Daddy.