B: I just love that Spiderman song by Eric Smith.
A: Who?
B: Eric Smith.
A: OH! You mean Aerosmith.
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B: (putting ice in his water bottle) MMM! This is going to be so refreshing.
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A: Compared to the poor woman I met having her fourth at the end of August, my belly's actually pretty small, even though I'm measuring right on.
R: (sincerely) That's SMALL?
A: (laughing) Oh, you're going to pay for that.
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B: And... excuse me. It stinks, I'm just warning ya.
A: Ew. It DOES stink. Why do your toots stink so bad?
B: Because I'm a boy, and boy's toots stink badly.
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R: Welcome home! Would you like us to come over this afternoon and bring pizza for dinner?
A: Of course! And let's be clear: I ALWAYS want that. You don't even need to bother asking.
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R: My dream last night: You had a boy. You didn't name him for months. The world hated you for it and you didn't care.
A: Sounds about right.
1 comment:
I love Eric Smith too! And your family...great stuff...so glad you blog..you brighten my days.
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