In which we're all losing our minds
A conversation with my father:
Dad: Where's the thing?
Me: What thing?
Dad: The thing. With the thing and the - the other thing. On the side.
Me: Oh, that thing. Yeah, I think it was on the table.
Dad: Who put it there?
Me: You're the one always playing with the thing.
Yes, this was an actual conversation. Thing was, we both actually knew what we were talking about, but we just couldn't remember the damn name of the thing. It drives my mother insane when we do stuff like that. It's awesome.
*just one more way of driving my parents even more batshit crazy*
Dad: Where's the thing?
Me: What thing?
Dad: The thing. With the thing and the - the other thing. On the side.
Me: Oh, that thing. Yeah, I think it was on the table.
Dad: Who put it there?
Me: You're the one always playing with the thing.
Yes, this was an actual conversation. Thing was, we both actually knew what we were talking about, but we just couldn't remember the damn name of the thing. It drives my mother insane when we do stuff like that. It's awesome.
*just one more way of driving my parents even more batshit crazy*