When visiting our house, Skabetty is a needy woman. If she comes to the table alone, she sits forlornly, looking rather pitiful. But bring Farmer John to the table and the party instantly brightens. Skabetty comes to life and shares depth unimaginable before his arrival. Though my mother would say he just smells like sweaty feet, Skabetty says it's just not worth it without him. My girls say the exact same thing.
And I absolutely forbid ANYONE telling these girls that his name is PARM-E-SAN, not Farmer John, because I'm not yet ready to let go of these last few mispronunciations.