Oscar: What’s a debate MacIntosh?
MacIntosh: That’s what you catch de fish with.
MacIntosh: No not really. I was joking.
Oscar: Oh. I is glad you told me cuz I didn’t know it was a joke.
MacIntosh: Why not?
Oscar: Cuz it wasn’t funny MacIntosh.
Oscar: What is it then?
MacIntosh: That’s when humans argue with each other in front of an audience that is hoping the guy from the other side will projectile vomit on camera.
MacIntosh: Why do you ask?
Oscar: Cuz Mom and Dad was watching one on the TV. There was a lady and a man and sometimes they was screaming at the camera.
Oscar: Then Dad starting screaming at the TV.
MacIntosh: Oh boy.
Oscar: Then Mom started screaming at the TV.
MacIntosh: Then what.
Oscar: Then Mom turned it off on-account-of it was negative space and she was ‘fraid Dad was gonna have a heart attack or somethin’.
MacIntosh: Any projectile vomiting?
MacIntosh: Too bad. Were Mom and Dad OK?
Oscar: Yep. Dad meditated, or medicated or somethin’ like that. Mom lit this sage brush thing and let it cover the TV with smoke.
MacIntosh: Smudging. It gets rid of evil spirits.
Oscar: This stuff got rid of everybodies. Me and Fergus pretended we had to whiz sos we could go outside.
MacIntosh: Smart. Any more debates coming up.
Oscar: Only ifs Dad goes de-fishing.