“What are you drawing?” my husband asked.
“A Dog,” I murmured, not wishing to be distracted.
“An Og? What’s an Og?” my husband chirped.
“A DOG,” I snapped, really not wanting to be distracted.
“Oh, that’s boring. I want an Og. Draw me an Og. And a Nog, too. I want a Og and a Nog.”
I sighed, and turned to a fresh sheet of paper. Long experience assured me that the battle was just begun. Best to cede victory, pay tribute, and get back to what I was doing. Besides, a vision of the Og had just flashed into my brain.
So…my husband’s Og and Nog.