Me: I haven't said a word.
Dirtman: Then why's he doing it?
Me: Why do you think?
Dirtman: Two full moons this month?
Me: Not that I know of.
Dirtman: Go ahead. Tell me the truth. I'm dying, aren't I?
Me: We all are, when you think about it. But, no, not anytime soon.
Dirtman: You've promised him money.
Me: Can't promise what you don't have.
Dirtman: Then why? Why? I must know why.
Me: Just check the calendar.
Awwwww. Such a good son.
ReplyDeleteI think one of two things is going on here...either,
ReplyDeletea) there is a pretty girl somewhere nearby, or
b) he understands what it means to be a contributing member of the family.
Or maybe he read my last comment. ;-)