It’s Saturday night. We’re on our way out to dinner with friends. I’ve just briefed the two fifteen year-old girls who are babysitting. John sits in the car, snickering. Me: What’s so funny? John: Oh, nothing. Me: No really. What gives? John: The last thing you said to those poor girls was, and I quote,…
Category: weird conversations
The children I never had
K: My sister is going to come over later. Me: You have a sister? Where? K: She’s somewhere else. Someone else has her. Me: Really? What’s she like? K: Pink and whitey and squiggly. Her name is Treetui. My brother is coming over too. Me: Wow! You have a brother too? Where’s he? K: He…
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