M: No, finish your dinner.
P: It's just... It's just my teeth are tired of chewing.
A car drives by our house.
P: Look at that car.
M: Uh huh.
P: That crazy old lady, she doesn't know where she's going. Look, she just turned into the same spot she was just at. That crazy old lady.
P: That crazy old lady, she doesn't know where she's going. Look, she just turned into the same spot she was just at. That crazy old lady.
M: I'm a rebel. I drove on the wrong side of the road.
P: Mom, you shouldn't do that.
M: Why?
P: Because I will call the police and you'll be in jail. So don't ever ever do that again.
M: Well I don't care. Maybe I want to go to jail.
P: If you want to go to jail. You'll have to stay there fore 100,000 years?
M: 100,000 years? How old would I be.
P: 700. I mean 60 hundred thousand.
M: Would I have grey hair?
P: You would have white hair and you would be so old you would need a, like a thing to help you walk. You'd be so old that you would need that. You'd be like the oldest person in the world.
M: Well I guess I better not drive on the wrong side of the road then huh?
I can relate to the teeth thing - I remember my mom making meat that was really hard to chew, and my teeth did get tired! LOL
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