Bern and I are in the back room folding sheets that have just come out of the dryer when Connor walks in.
Connor: What are you doing?
Daddy: Mommy and Daddy are folding sheets, hon.
Connor (trying to get past us by going under the sheet): Hey, don't sheet me!
Daddy (hee hee): Mommy and Daddy are getting their sheet squared away.
Connor: (more unintelligible talk about sheets)
Daddy: We're getting our sheet together.
Daddy: Are you sheeting me?