I’ve been cleaning Mom’s house, getting rid of appliances, etc. Austin hates our toaster and has been wanting a new one for months.
Me: I was going to give you Mom’s toaster, but it turns out that it doesn’t work.
Austin: That’s all right. I don’t want a toaster as a gift. I have the perfect toaster in my head.
Me: Is that why you don’t have a brain?
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