Lunch date

This is the exact conversation LM and I had during lunch:

I don't like avocado. Avocado is gross.

You shouldn't say stuff like that. Would it hurt your feelings if I said your goldfish were gross?

Yes, but they're not. I like goldfish and avocado is gross.  Look, my fork is dancing!

LM, you have a very good imagination.

I don't have any maginations.

That means you are good at pretending.

Yeah, I am. I'm going to pretend this green bowl is Rooster. My mac and cheese is Ms. Hannagan, and this white cup is her sister.

You mean Lily?

Yes.

Lily and Ms. Hannagan aren't sisters, Ms. Hannagan is Rooster's sister. Lily is Rooster's girlfriend.

Yeah, Rooster was dead and now he's alive again.

No, he wasn't dead.

Yeah, he just went to jail. And then he came back alive!

Do you die if you go to jail?

NO! That's silly. I'm going to die sometime.

Yes, everyone is going to die.

And then I'm going to be back alive on TUESDAY!

Well, no, if you die, then you'll go to heaven.

Yeah! I'll go to heaven. And BigM will go to jail.

Why will BigM go to jai...

LOOK MISTLETOE! Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sled, dadada we go, running all the way... Will you sing Jingle Bells with me?

Sure after I finish my lunch.

Okay, I'm going to eat these goldfish out of Rooster, my green bowl and you finish your lunch.






Don't ask me why I still have mistletoe hanging from my kitchen chandelier. Anyone wonder why I'm exhausted at 9 in the morning?