Bill: “What if, when I went downstairs to dry Charlie’s bed, I turned around to come back up, and I saw a rackbone-thin little ribby dog standing there, all quiet. Just staring at me, but half his face was gone? And what if he looked so real that I was all like, ‘Heeeeey boy.’”

Jill: “Okay.”

Bill: “And then, I’d suddenly notice that there was someone standing behind him… this silent man, just standing there. And even though he would be standing in the light, I still wouldn’t be able to see his face. He’d just be this dark, shadowy figure. Then suddenly, they’d both just be… gone.”

Jill: “That’s pretty specific for a “what if’.”

Bill: “Yeah. But what if that really happened? We’d have to move.”

Jill: “Oh, we’d move. Right now the ghosts are probably taking notes and saying, ‘That’s all we have to do to get them to leave? A skinny dog and a shadowy dude? Take the boys with you, but leave that baby.’”

Bill: “Buhbee! On TV… It’s a dog! And there’s a dark, shadowy dude behind him!’”

Jill: “That’s Russell Simmons, Honey.”