"I don't think I've ever used an actual handkerchief before."

He lives in the age of disposable things!

Sniffling, he despondently pokes a spoon into the bowl of grits.

"Nah, you don't hafta stay."

Although he not-so-secretly wants her to, judging by his level of mopey-ness, but he's not that big of a baby.

"Movies would be cool, though. Or sure, even books. About baseball. Both the books and the movies."