"What is that?"
"Clearly," Phineas drawled, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "it's a wolf."
Isabella tilted her head, squinting at Phineas' shadow puppet as it appeared on the wall before them. She shook her head.
"Fine," Phineas relented. "Let's see yours."
Isabella grinned, placing a sole finger in front of the light, bending it rhythmically.
"What is that?" Phineas parroted.
"Clearly," Isabella giggled, "it's an inchworm."
Phineas rolled his eyes.