The following is a snippet from an hour conversation I had at work last night with a six year old girl. We discussed, among other things, the finer point of cubby houses, Harry Potter and lemonade, but this was my favourite exchange:
Her: "When's your birthday?"
Me: "Next month actually, the 22nd."
Her: "How old will you be?"
Me: "How old do you think I'll be?"
Her: "30?"
Me: "Lower."
Her: "Umm, 49?"
And that was after her little brother called me a weirdo booger face and informed me that I in fact eat boogers, probably from my face.
It's a hard knock life.
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Hahahahaha
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