Does anyone want a glimpse into the deep conversations M and I have while sitting on the couch after a long day? The utter genius may astound you.
Ready?
Me to M: You smell like cheese.
M: No, I don't.
Me: J smells like milk.
M: Ok.
Me: Maddux smells like Fritos.
M: Ok.
Me: I smell like strawberries.
M: (blank stare)
Me: I'm a pretty pony.
M: (in his head) Don't look it in the eyes.
M slowly turns his eyes away in fear that direct eye contact may incite more crazy.
I may be certifiable.
Come live in my shoes for a day and you just might be talking ragtime.
Let me know if you want to delve into more lunacy. I've got plenty.
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