Jamie has a dirty mind. This morning we were talking about holidays and I was telling him that i'm going to San Fran in September. He said I should take him with me. The rest of the conversation went like this:

Eliza: You can come in my bag.
Jamie: *Dead silent, grinning, suddenly begins laughing and buries his head in his hands* I thought you said something else.
Eliza: *Embarrassed and trying to control my blushing* What did you think I said? Did you think I said “box”? Because I said “bag”. I said, “you can come in my BAG.” You are dirty minded!
Jamie: I know.