The following conversation took place between the hours of…um, the time I got up and the time I went to bed?
(Speaking of which, thank God “24” is over for the season. WTF was that? Besides the storyline that made no sense, having Jack Bauer say “I’m at a crossroads”? Gag. Oh, and LOST writers? :censor: you, people, and the Vespas you :censor:ing rode in on, too. At any point during the writers meetings, did anybody say “But why wouldn’t Charlie step through the opening and then close the door behind him?” W T F was that? And yet Jericho gets the axe. Brilliant, people! Bloody :censor:ing brilliant!)
So where was I? Oh yeah, the conversation…
Short Kid: Mom, read my story!
Me: Wow, it’s awesome! But why did you write it on a napkin?
Short Kid: Because I had to write it down before I forgot it and I couldn’t find a paper.
So if (A) my short kid’s scribbling stories on napkins and (B) my tall kid’s angry with me because he’s missing a day of school tomorrow to go ride his ATV, was A or B left on my doorstep by aliens?