Katie was lying on the couch. The dog was gnawing on her various extremities. Her father and I were busy with our own pursuits, which is another way of saying we were doing our best to shut out the inanity of the Disney Channel.
"Emily told me how to be the alfalfa."
All was quiet as Jackson and I both tried to process this information. I looked at him. He looked at me. We both looked at her. Then back at each other. Then we looked at the dog, who also seemed confused by this statement.
Katie blinked at us expectantly.
I looked at the dog again. Jackson said "Alfalfa?"
"Yeah!" Katie said, helpfully.
I was still looking at the dog.
"Oh!" I said, as the light finally dawned. "The alpha dog!"
"Yeah," Katie said again. "If you're the alfalfa dog, you can't let your dog crawl all over on top of you while you're playing!"
Her SAT scores should be really interesting. (Although, she did qualify this weekend to go to state in UIL calculator competition.) ((However, in the interests of accuracy, it should be mentioned that her father is still trying to convince her there is a difference between calculator and calculus.))