As many other conversations between me and my children, this one took place in the car.
Me (sitting down): Oh, oh! Ouch! Kids: What? Me: My jeans are too tight. I gained this weight and I cannot get it off. I12: Duh, you’ve got to work out. Me: You’re right “I”. I’m going to start this week. K9: Nice going, “I”. Now Mom’s gonna be coming home late.
K9: (chatting) I12: Shut up, “K” K9: (continues chatting) I12: I said, shut up “K”! K9: (continues chatting) I12 (getting real mad): “K”, I said, shut the fell uck! (silence in the car) Me: I love you guys. I12: Oh, stop it.
