Middle 2: “When Jamison finally moves out, lock the door!”
Middle 1: “Do people actually do that (bring their families to their parents to entertain)?”
Me: “Not really. That’s why you have to study hard and get good grades so you can get a really good job and make good money and build your own house.”
Middle 1: “Brain surgeon!”
Me: “Well, then you’re gonna have to ace chem/phys,” which, you see, is the current thorn in his flesh.
Middle 1: Disgusted, “I just don’t see why you have to have that to be a doctor. It has nothing to do with it!!”
Middle 2: Hopping in, now, “If he gave mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to someone, it would give them nightmares for a month!”
And right about there, the whole train just derailed.
At least I was fortified with freshly-made white chicken chili. As soon as I can sneak off, however, I think I’ll go lie down.