I thought we were done being dumb...but, it turns out, that was only the beginning.
Beth: I'm gonna go eat, converse with my family, do my chores so I can come over tomorrow and call you back.
Me: Oh! You're gonna do the four C's!
Beth: The four C's?
Me: Consume, converse, chores, and call.
Beth: I can't do it! I don't have two hands!
Beth: Are you gonna tell your mom?
Me: About the pfft?
Beth: No, about the ding!
Beth: He's imaturerer than us. Nods. Why did I say nods? Why didn't I just nod?
Andrew: Oh, honey, you could do so much better than him.
Me: What's wrong with him?
Andrew: He's like, six-five and eight-hundred pounds!
Jasmyne: This is really good coffee, does anyone want a bite?
Davis: Yeah, they're pretty good. I watched them play on the radio once.
Me: Oh the lime-manity! That is so something we'd say if we were limes!
Mom: But you aren't limes.
Me: We could be.
Mom: Are you sour?
Me: No, but I was salty once.
Beth: You know how we wanted to go to the school lost and found and ask for lives?
Me: Oh! We can go to the airport! I'm sure they've lost some lives!
Me: You know, mosquitos are kinda cute if you don't look at them.
April (to me): You look like a muffin
April (to Beth): And you look like a dragon
Beth: That's funny 'cause muffins eat dra...wait.
Amanda: You almost said muffins eat dragons.
Beth: Blah, blah, blah DDR tomorrow.
Me: Yard condo?
Me: Yeah? Well...your mom's a bald woman with blue hair!
Some lady: Whoa. It's a wall of people.
Me: -listening to music while on the phone with Beth- Listen! He's gonna get high!
Patrick: Your mom's a freshly painted ceiling!
Me: Your mom's a buttered piece of toast!
Paola: I don't like pain!
Me: Me either.
Paola: It's so...painful!
Beth: I like cottage cheese, unless it makes me sick.
Me: It's the cottage, I tell you!
Beth: Does it come from real cottages?
Me: Yeah. The wood shavings, you know. -pause- Paint and glue.
Beth: I knew it tasted gluey!
Me: And painty, and woody.
Beth: No, not really. The glue soaks up the wood.
Me: Wouldn't the wood soak up the glue?
Beth: Well, yeah. Wait! It would soak up the paint first, because glue is thicker than paint.
Me: And blood is thicker than water.
Me: Ohmigod, I thought I heard someone in my hallway playing moroccas.
Beth: -laughs-
Beth: -laughs harder- What does that sound like?
Me: Moroccas? Moroccas...moroccas... Mo Rocca!
Beth: Manda, I'm sorry to inform you.
Me: What?
Beth: I said: I'm sorry to inform you.
Me: Oh, I thought you said something about Bartholomew.
Me: What did you just say?
Beth: I don't know, but it was funny.
Ooooooookay, that's it. Stay tuned, but don't hold your breath. Who knows when we're coming back...again.