Tierce: It’s hot.
Me: Well we’re at the lake. Go swimming.
Me: Why? You like splashing around in it.
Tierce: If it touches my back, it will swallow me up.
Me: It will not. See? I’m swimming.
Tierce: You’re crazy. There’s MONSTERS in there.
Me: Oh, don’t be silly. Come on.
Me: Too bad; you’re going to learn that water won’t hurt you.
Me: Okay, don’t worry. I’ve got you.
Tierce: This is bad! Let me go!
Me: Ouch! Stop it!
Tierce: I’m just trying to get back to shore before the water gets me.
Me: It’s not going to get you. Now isn’t that nice and cool?
Tierce: I hate you.
Me: How’s the water.
Tierce: Cool and refreshing and I still hate you.
Me: Okay, good boy! Now swim to shore!
Tierce: Hate, hate, hate.
Me: There, now aren’t you cooler?
Tierce: Much, owing to your cold, cold heart.