Ronnie scrunched up his face. “I think somebody did a real stinker,” he said.
“Well, don't look at me!” Cassandra said. “I've been potty trained for a few years now.”
He laughed. “Good to know, but I was talking about Andrea,” he said, just as she started fussing and whimpering in discomfort. “Come here, cutie.”
“Give her here then. It's not like you know what to do,” Cassandra said, holding her arms out for the baby.
“You girls think you know everything...”
“That's because we do,” she retorted. “Give me the baby.”
“No! I can change a diaper, you know,” Ron said, all indignant. “I'm a godfather.”
She scoffed. “Oh, really? You ever put a severed horse head in someone's bed?”
He burst out laughing again and shook his head. “No, but that won't help change a diaper, so I think I'm good.”
“Shows how much you know. You need a different sort of fortitude to handle this stuff,” she said squeezing his bicep. “Yeah, you could sever a head no problem but...”
“Cassie, I would never cut off a poor animal's head, but I can deal with poop.”