G: I am, why?
M: (in a singing voice) Because you have the worstest attitude! Of the Lord. God needs to stop your attitude.
M: Mom, remember how before I was a baby, dad put me in a little ball and chewed me up and ate me and I was dead?
G: No. No I do not. He ate you when you were a baby?
M: No! Before I was a baby. Now I'm big.
G: So he ate you then you grew big?
M: No, I wasn't a baby yet.
G; Oh. Sure. Makes sense?
M: Is everybody I know going to come camping?
G: No, not everyone.
P: Yeah, like not Dad or Tyler.
M: Yeah, or fat people. With big tummies. You know, like somebody's grandpa or pop the pig.
(Note: I left the conversation at this point because what can one say to that?)
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