Mom: So, how long do you think it will be until you finally fold those sheets you took out of the dryer and threw on the floor?
Dusty: How about we make a deal....
Mom (rudely cutting Dusty off): Deal, you go fold the sheets.
Dusty: Mom, listen. Let's make a deal. (pause)
Mom: (skeptical squinty eye)
Dusty: How about if it doesn't get done by tomorrow morning, you get to keep my first born child.
Mom: How about you go do it now so that you live to have a first born child.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Posted by Dusty at 8:34 PM