They roll softly, so your wife can't hear you.
Mmmmm... Breakfast... I can just taste the hairs on my tongue after taking a scrumptious bite into one of those babies.
Ok... WHAT THE HECK IS THAT? Who would want to cuddle with that ball of crap with a long knit yellow noodle sewn to it?! Here you go grandchild. It's ok, you're safe with this stuffed kiwibird. It will protect you when Mommy's gone. CSH, whatever, my butt.