Jason: (Patting spot on the couch next to him) Come sit with me.
Me: Sorry, babe... Um, I'm not really sitting on the couch right now?
Jason: You're not?
Jason: And why is that?
Me: Well, haven't you noticed it's gotten kind of dirty lately?
Jason: Well, it could use a good steam cleaning, that's for sure.
Me: Yeah. Grace is all over it, all day long, with God-knows-what on her hands and face. And now the couch grosses me out.
Jason: (enjoying this interchange) Does it?
Me: Yes, it does! Plus, I feel like it smells.
Jason: You feel like it smells.
Jason: So, it doesn't actually smell, but you feel like it does.
Jason: And so now, you won't sit here.
Jason: That makes so much sense.