Storyteller: "Scientist got a bleed at Dad's house for no reason."
Me: "A what?"
"A bleed."
"A blade?"
"A bleed."
"Oh!"
Apparently I don't expect such oddities anymore. That and calling nipples "hippos" are the only remainders of the cute fubs of early childhood. I would not trade those moments of humor for my current houseful of small people who are capable of rational conversation, but write it all down, folks. Write it all down.
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