Dad: So what do you want for Christmas, sweetie?
Me: Dad I want an ood.
Dad: Well here’s the problem with an ood. where are we going to keep it and what are we going to feed it and-
Me: Dad yOU DONT FEED AN OOD THE OOD FEEDS YOU.
Dad: Ya know, why don’t you ask your mom if she’ll get you an ood, ok?
Out there, somewhere, there is a whovian laughing.