Common Sense, Dancing

Here’s what’s being said [by everyone except me] around here on this, the eve of Thanksgiving:

Hi. [directed at me]

What are you doing? [also directed at me]

I’m bored. [again, at me]

What’s the plan today?

What are we doing today?

[Assorted screaming.]

Mom said to stop it. [Mom didn’t actually say that (yet), but it’s a good bet that I will at some point soon.]

What are you doing? [guess]

Why are you in here?

Hi. [same child, same me]

What are you doing? [see a pattern?]

I’ve got nothing to do.

Is there a plan today?

Can we go out to lunch?

What are we going to do today?

[Assorted shrieking.]

Get out.

Get out.

I said, GET OUT.

It’s my turn.

[Doors slamming.]

What’s wrong with you?

You told me to!

I didn’t mean to!

Don’t listen to him!

You can tell I was kidding.

You have sarcasm in your voice.

Hi. [it’s like we haven’t seen each other in, oh, 15 minutes.]

What are you doing? [The funniest thing is that I don’t even answer that any more — I’ve run out of creative responses over the years.]

 

Any sparkling conversations I should know about?

 

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