Harper and I have very stimulating conversations.
Last night it was:
H: Thanks for popping my pimples.
Me: You're welcome. I've always kind of enjoyed that. Weird... I know.
H: Is that how you hurt people?
Me: Are you calling me a sadist?
H: ...
This morning:
H: Guess what?
Me: You built a spaceship and you're going to Mars?
H: Mommmmm
a few minutes later:
H: Know what stinks?
Me: Poop?
H: Ugh. Mom!
and finally:
H: Know what kinda sucks?
Me: A teeny tiny vampire?
H: Mom! You're supposed to say, "What?"
Me: Oh. What?
H: ... Ugh... I can't even remember now.
And that's how we do. Don't get me wrong. There are plenty of times that he's the one dishing it out. This just happened to be my turn. Also, it really aggravates him when I answer his intro question. And what's the point of having a kid, if you can't aggravate them?
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