Blake has this stuffed dog that is almost as big as he is. This morning, he was playing with it, and grabbed it and ran into the bathroom, then immediately came back out, saying something like, “You made it just in time!” (I’ve learned not to ask too many questions.) Then he told me that he tied the dog’s ears behind its head while it was using the bathroom.
Me: Um, why? They don’t really get in the way.
B: I’m just being realistic.
(See why I don’t ask many questions?)
Me, as we walk out of Kroger: We saved $14 with the coupons! [I didn’t have to clip them. They came in the mail, including several for free items we use every week.]
J: Good. You can use the $14 to buy $15, and the $15 to by $16, and–
Me: WHAT are you talking about? That doesn’t even make sense. For one thing, where would we buy money?
B: At the dollar store.
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