Her: Something fell down the chimney, but I didn’t want to deal with it during dinner time alone with The Child.
Him: What do you mean? What’s the sound of something falling down the chimney?
Her: You know when you’re in the other room, and you drop something and I yell, “You okay in there?” It’s because I have used my ears and my brain to determine a sound came from the other room. It was like that. Except from the chimney.
Him: Eh. It’s probably just the ghost.
Him: Or a brick. Probably just a brick.
I’m thinkin there’s a dead animal in our fireplace right now. I’m not gonna be the one to open it.