DUDE. Right? My friend Del has a Doberman named Deuce (he's is so freaking cute; she wasn't able to get his ears snipped so he's all floppy, which just goes so well with his goober-forever-a-puppy personality), and we're always going on and on about our animals whenever we meet up for lunch. Like, last night, you wouldn't believe what Deuce/Max/Elmo, etc., did. It then occurred to us that if anyone happened to overhear just a part of that, they would think we were discussing our children. To which Del replied, "I may be crazy, but you are certifiable. You have FOUR kids."