[Travelling in pickup truck]
Timothy: Dad, where we goin'?
Me: To the grocery store.
Timothy: Why? We have cookies at home.
Me: Timothy, we have to eat more than cookies.
Timothy: Why?
Me: Trust me.
[Enter into grocery store]
Me: Timothy, stop picking your nose.
Timothy: Why? It's stuck and I have to get it.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Actual Dialogue From Father/Son Trip To The Grocery Store
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