...and you shall be my squishy!

Boy, Scott seems to always tend toward saying the funniest things while we're getting ready for bed.

I had just climbed in and was lying on my back, when all of a sudden my sister's face was right above mine and before I new it, she was curled up on top of me (dog pile style). Then my brother walks in, "What's going on?" He's standing next to the long side of my bed and folds over in half, so he's half standing, half laying on Bridget's stomach.

Me: That must be awfully uncomfortable.

Scott: Naw, she's nice and squishy.

Bridget was a little taken aback by this statement, but let me assure you, it was said out of the kindness of his heart. :)