Dadmatized

Me: “Look into my eye sockets. You’ve been dadmatized. You are a dad zombie.”
Troy [giggling]: “Where did that come from?”
Me: “It came from Ded Bob.”
Troy: “Who’s that?”
Me: “He’s a talking skeleton.”
Troy: “Oh. Why do you call him ‘Ded Bob’? Why not just ‘Bob’?”
Me: “That’s his name. He used to be Bob, but now he’s Ded Bob.”
Troy: “Well, when was he just Bob?”
Me: “When he wasn’t dead.”
Troy: “How did he die?”
Me: “Hmmm…well, someone tooted on him.”
Troy [giggling]: “What?! That wouldn’t kill him! That may knock him out, but he wouldn’t die!”
Me: “Well, it was a pretty bad toot. And…you’re not going to believe this, but…it was Gammy that tooted on him.”
Troy [laughing hysterically]: “Gammy?! I can’t imagine Gammy tooting on anyone.”
Me: “Well, she did, and someone died. Of course that was back when she was known as ‘Fifi.’”
Troy: “You’re so silly, dada.”