Saturday, February 28, 2015

Deep Thoughts, Chapter 8

Mom, someone took a bite out of the apple.
Yes you're right, someone did. 
Actually it's just designed that way.
Yep. It's designed to make the apple seem more interesting. 

Mom, what is this?
It's my blue tooth. 
No. It should be your black tooth.

I love you to the moon and back. 
Mom, that's too far. I don't want to go that far.


Do you want to get married when you grow up?
No.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
A big girl. A big, big girl.
What will you do when you're a big girl?
Carry Amelia.
And what else?
That's it: carry Amelia.

I think vultures are eating my breakfast.
Mom, real vultures don't come inside.

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