James and I were talking about something--him perkily, me with my usual groggy growl. The point of discussion wasn't all that important, since it devolved quickly into "Bet you I can!" "Bet you you can't." (We're so mature.)
James: "Well, there's no way to prove it, so my theory must be correct!
Ursula: "What are you, a creationist? Just because you can't prove or disprove it, it doesn't mean it's true!"
James: (breaking into song) "It's...my theory, that's my theory, like no theory I knoooow! So it...must...be...riiiiiiight..."
Ursula: (incoherent noises into coffee)
It's still not as bad as the time he made me look something up in the Geneva Convention before breakfast.
James, in a typical conversation that began with "Smell my finger!" and ended with "Pardon me while I kiss the sky!" posed the following intriguing question, which answer I do not know.
Do whales have mucus in their blowholes? (Translated from the original James.) And I'd add, do they sneeze? Do they get stuffed up? Is the cloud of spray from a whale spouting in part whalesnot? I sort of suspect that the sheer power of the ejecting air would render any stuffiness moot, but now I'm curious...