ME: He’s like the Cheetos leopard or something.
HE: Uhm, do you mean the Cheetos cheetah?
ME: No. No. I stand by what I said.
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ME: It bothers me that when I try to smother you with the pillow, you play dead better than I do.
HE: I’m ….. sorry?
ME: Well, good.
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Old family snippet that my dad never stops mentioning. A summer evening at the dinner table ….. yeeeeears ago …..
DAD: So, who will go work in the garden with me?
(dead silence from his three children)
11-YEAR-OLD ME: God will go with you, my son.
Hahaha – I love the last one!
11-YEAR-OLD-YOU was brilliant.
Seriously, my brother, sister, and I just sat there. Who wants to go work in the garden with Dad? We knew this involved pulling weeds or something ELSE equally horrible that he was NOT mentioning.
No, Peaches. Go with God.
My dad laughed his head off AND I got all of us off the hook!
Hahahahaha! Ladybug and I would like to announce the adoption of 11-year-old you.
The great thing about it is that we already know that you turn out terrific, and can congratulate ourselves on a job well-done.
Hahahahaha. (Some of these would make awesome tweets, FTR.)