Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Hot Dog

Austin: What do I smell? Do you smell that?
Me: No. I smell my mint tea. I smell your incense standing next to your desk.
Austin: It smells like hot dogs with catsup.
Me: There are no hot dogs in this house. Hot dogs are not welcome in this house.
Austin: I know, but my nose tells me hot dog with catsup. Are we going to doubt my brain? Or my sense of smell?
Me: Are you seriously asking me that?
Austin: You’re right. There’s a hot dog in this room somewhere.

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