My son and I often go next door to visit our neighbour. Boone likes the non-stop apple juice refills, the Pixar lamp in the office and the super-cool bongo drum upstairs.
Me, I go for the entertainment.
On Sundays her son also visits. Their nature is to have light-hearted arguments about nothing and this past Sunday was no exception.
She says to him while displaying an array of paint chips in shades of grey and blue -- "You need to pick a colour so I can paint your room".
Me -- But he doesn’t live here anymore.
Him -- It doesn’t matter! She’s gonna make me pick one and there’s no reasoning with her!!
She -- I always told my sons they would have a room here... and apparently he took that quite literally, because all his things are still here!!
H -- Well there’s no storage at my place!!
S -- You have a whole house how could you not have any space for your things???
H -- You still have things at grandma’s house!!!
(this went on for a little while)
Me -- So what colour are you going to pick?
H -- Oh, I don’t like any of these.
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