Scene: Ben and I are sitting on the living room floor. All around us are scattered the victims of Ben's less than gentle playing. Currently he is gnawing on the nose of a stuffed dog.
Me: Is the doggy delicious?
Ben: *gnaw gnaw gnaw* Awowwowwowaaaaa.
Me: Oh, really? What does the doggy taste like?
Ben: Arrwowoooo.
Me: You say it tastes like chicken? That's odd since you've never tasted chicken. It must be universal.
Aaaaaaaaaaand... scene!
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Sounds like some of the conversations I have with my in-laws.
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