 We thought, I'm going to build a campfire and we'll wrap up in blankets and sit outside and eat dinner, honey, and, you know, sitting cross-legged the way the Indians did. I'm the big chief and you'll be the Indian squaw and Betsy can... I am not going to be any Indian squaw wrapped up in a blanket and sitting on that cold ground. I am frozen now. No, darling, it'll be fun. Fun? I don't know what you're talking about. Sweetheart, see if you can find that Indian headdress that Betsy has, please, would you, dear?