Conversations with my father.

[wraithwitch]

My father: Good morning.
Corvid: Morning.
My father: *looks pointedly at watch* And how is California this morning?
Corvid: California's well, thank you.
Neurons: OoOh - iS thIs l1Ke a weAthheR f0rKaSt?
My father: Have you seen a THP envelope, it has accounting things in it. Also a P60 form. Also...
Corvid: *immediate ninja finding skillz* This?
My father: Yes. I'm sure there's something else...
Corvid: *looks at THP papers from last year.* No, look. This is old, but according to this you don't need anything else.
My father: *peers* I've dealt with that, that got sent.
Corvid: I know! Oh, never mind.
My father: Have you found that envelope yet?
Corvid: *tidying* Nope.
My father: It was right here...
Neurons: dEskK aYt It!
Corvid: Your desk ate it.
My father: No, no, it wasn't where I put it.
Corvid: *firmly* Your desk ate it. You desk eats everything.
My father: It isn't...
Corvid: *moves some papers on desk. reveals large white THP envelope* Told you. You never believe me. Your desk ate it.
My father: *takes envelope* Hm.
Neurons: MwAhaHaahahAa!