Texting With The Boy...
The Boy: What should I do with a half of a tomato?
Me: Um…wrap it up and leave it on the counter.
The Boy: But, I already put it in the refrigerator.
Me: Then why did you ask me what to do with it?
The Boy: I dunno.
Me: By the way, what are you doing with a tomato? (I ask because he hasn’t eaten a sliced tomato since he was 2)
The Boy: I made a sandwich.
Me: But you don’t like tomatoes.
The Boy: I still don’t like tomatoes. I didn’t do it for me. It was done for the sake of the sandwich.
Me: Stop texting me.
On Getting a Puppy…
The Boy: Can I get a puppy?
The Boy: Why not?
Me: Because I’ll be the one left to look after it.
The Boy: No you won’t. I’ll feed it and take it for walks and clean up after it and it can stay in my room. You won’t have to do a thing.
Me: Have you fed your goldfish in a while?
The Boy: No, I keep forgetting.
Me: If you had a puppy in your room, it would have died by now.
The Boy: Good point.