(at food court)
Me: (dumps trash)
Me: “Oh crap! I just dumped trash into the recycling slot. I didn’t see the signs until it was too late.”
Custodian: “Don’t worry, it all goes to the same place.”
Me: “What.”
Custodian: “What.”
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Para-Cute
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Look Daddy! I have a parachute!”
(holds six plastic grocery bags above her head)
Me: “How creative.”
LMT: “Let me get a running start. ”
Me: “Wait… wut…”
(runs past me, jumps off a couch, crumples to the ground)
Me: “Are you OK?”
(jumps to her feet)
LMT: (long pause)
LMT: “Nailed it.”
Overslept
(school office 9:00 am)
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “You have to fill out a tardy slip for me.”
Me: “OK, I seem to remember that from last time.”
LMT: “You should check ‘Overslept’ for the reason.”
Me: “Sure.”
LMT: (loudly) “He overslept, not me. I was ready and made my own breakfast.”
School Secretary: “Good for you, kiddo.”
LMT: “I had to wake him up. I think he’s sick.”
Me: “She doesn’t need all the ugly details.”
School Secretary: “I’ve heard a lot worse than that.”
Me: “I bet you have.”
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