Keagan: No, I want to try the rum punch.
Me: I think there's a bowl game on TV tonight.
Keagan: It's the Independence Bowl, Mom. It will only be worth watching if there are hot cheerleaders.
Evan: There are too many meaningless (football) bowls: Auto Zone, Music City, Popeyes, Chick Fil A Peach Bowl...
Me: But the Popeye's Bowl game is in the Bahamas. That can't be all bad.
Evan: If they serve peach shakes to the players at the ChickFilA Bowl, then that's the one I want to play in.
Keagan: Mom, do I look okay? I mean Dad's wearing a button up. E is wearing a polo, and I have on sports wear.
Me: You look fine. We're just going downstairs to eat.
Keagan: But I gotta look good. You never know what might happen.
Me: Like what?
Keagan: A hot cheerleader might want to check me out.
Evan: This milk doesn't taste like milk in the United States. What kind of milk is it? Taste it and tell me if you think it's goat or llama milk.
Evan: All Grenada needs to be perfect is a Chick Fil A and milk chocolate...
Keagan: And hot chicks.
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