Late lunch
Me: Are we seriously going out to dinner at 4pm?
Wife: It’s a late lunch.
Me: Whatever, Grandma.
The kids are off visiting with relatives and this is what becomes of us. Roll out of bed at 11 and lunch at 4.
Archive for the ‘conversations’ category
Too old for the band
Son: Hey, Dad, you’re a pretty good singer.
Me: Thanks!
Son: Yah, if you were just a little younger you could be in a band.
Hunch declined
My first topic—”Could I fight a bear and win?”—is still going strong. At hunch.com.
Overheard: two girls, on the wagon, off the wagon
Girl 1: I’m a vegetarian again.
Girl 2: Me too! Well, you know.
Girl 1: I was a vegetarian for like five years, then stopped for three, now I’m back.
Girl 2: I’ve been one for years. Except for bacon. Bacon is delicious.
Ah, to be a kid again…
Me: So, what are you going to do when your friend comes over?
Daughter: First, we’re going to throw rocks at stuff. Don’t worry, our rocks. Then we’re going to play in the fort. Then jump on the giant bean bag.
Me: Sounds like a full schedule.
Daughter: Yah, we’re pretty good friends.
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