Me (responding to some question): It was nobody.
Zachary: I am nobody, who are you?
Me: Are you nobody, too?
Zachary: Then there’s two of us.
Me: A pair. Don’t tell, they’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody, how public, like a frog. To tell your name the livelong day to an admiring bog.
Benjamin: That Dr. Seuss had some good poems.