[Scene: driving along on a country road.]
Mom: (with a sweeping motion of her arm across the windshield) What a vista.
Son4: What?
Mom: (arm sweeping the windshield again) What a vista.
Son4: I don't think anything ate it.
Mom: What?
Son4: I don't think anything ate it.
Mom: Please say the last two words slowly.
Son4: ATE IT
Mom: I said, "What a vista." You don't think anything ate what?
Son4: Ohh. I thought you were saying, "What ate this stuff?"
Mom: (with a sweeping motion of her arm across the windshield) What a vista.
Son4: What?
Mom: (arm sweeping the windshield again) What a vista.
Son4: I don't think anything ate it.
Mom: What?
Son4: I don't think anything ate it.
Mom: Please say the last two words slowly.
Son4: ATE IT
Mom: I said, "What a vista." You don't think anything ate what?
Son4: Ohh. I thought you were saying, "What ate this stuff?"
| He that justifieth the wicked, and he that condemneth the just, even they both are abomination to the LORD. Proverbs 17:5 |
3 comments:
The potatoes are all rotten.
Viewing from my dashboard, I first thought this was spam and nearly deleted it. Then I mistook you for Son2. Yes, I can read Roman numerals; lost track of your number. Then I realized to what post this comment was attached and chuckled over your reminder of Son4 passing the dish without helping himself, because all rotten potatoes didn't sound like anything HE was going to eat. You thinking we should have his hearing tested? I'm thinking I shouldn't do anything online before my 3rd sip of cappuccino.
I think we need to somehow develop the technology of real-life subtitles.
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