Teapot Sweaters

[Troy crying and moaning because he has a headache, and he’s sick.]
Me [trying to distract him]: “You know that high-pitch crying sounds like a tea pot that’s at a boil.”
My Wife [singing]: “I’m a little teapot, short and stout…I don’t actually know the rest of the words.”
Me [singing]: “This is my handle and this is my spout. Tip me over and pour me out. Do you think teapots ever get cold?”
Troy: “No, they have little hats.”
Me: “You mean the lids?”
Troy: “Yeah.”
Me: “Okay, maybe that keeps his head warm, but what about the rest of him? Wouldn’t it be funny to see a teapot in a little sweater?”
My Wife: “They actually have those.”
Me: “They do not!”
My Wife: “They most assuredly do! We used to have one on our teapot. It had little sleeves for the handle and spout.”
Me: “Sleeves?! A teapot doesn’t have arms!”
My Wife: “Well, how else would you keep the spout warm?”
Me: “I don’t know, but I wouldn't call them sleeves.”
My Wife: “What would you call them then?”
Me: “I don’t know. A mask?”
Troy: “Dada! They don’t have faces!”
Me: “Mrs. Potts did.”
Troy: “She wasn’t real.”
Me: “I beg to differ! I saw her talk in that movie.”
Troy: “You’re so silly.”