You Have Your Normal, We Have Ours
We were in the car on the way home from school after sibling picture day. What follows is a completely typical conversation. For us, anyway.
Quinlan, from the back seat: “When we were getting our pictures taken Saoirse kept telling me to stop.”
Me, driving: “Oh, no! Why?”
Quinlan: “Because I kept licking her.”
And you wonder why I drink.