Iggy, you’re drenched!
So get off the couch!
“You weren’t so worried about me being drenched when you made me pee outside in the rain!”
Oh, come on now.
“Mud a foot away from my face, all four of my feet in puddles –”
Stop whining, Iggy.
“– I can’t open an umbrella ’cause I have no thumbs –”
Tough. Get off the couch.
“Fine. If you need me, I’ll be rolling around on the bed.”
Of course you will.