A Picture Funny

Not all of our funnies are verbal...

So Sad

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Andrew: "Mom, since Austin and I will be gone tonight, what's for dinner?"
Mom: "Tears and sadness."

Job Interview?

Conversation in Scrivnerburg discussing job interviews:
Andrew: What kind of questions do they ask?
Mom: "Tell me about yourself. What kind of work have you done? Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"
Andrew: Maybe with a full-grown mustache.

At least he has his priorities straight.

Is that mine?

Gavin has a new question that was really cute the first few times he asked - "Is that mine?"
At least he's asking, right? Yeah...'bout that...
He asks if every, single thing is "mine."
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"

It brings to mind a certain collection of seagulls...

It's not just the kids

I got "the look" because I wouldn't go down the steps and walk our big, old dog to the side yard. I told her she's a big girl and she can go on her own, but she out-waited me. I did eventually walk her to the gate. Neurotic old thing.

It doesn't have to make sense

Another conversation in Scrivnerburg:
(Andrew walks in the door after being gone for 3 hours)
Mom: "Purple."
Andrew: "Green."
Mom: "Orange."
Andrew: "Blue."
Mom: "Fuschia."
Andrew: "Black."
Mom: "Chartreuse."
Andrew: "Serendipitous."

Our phones speak "Gavin"

(Gavin asks, "Can I with Dad?" Dad answers, "I'll go with you." Mom is the go-between.)