Monday, May 7, 2012
In which Sly and Doris give us something to laugh about
On Sunday morning, when I wanted to bake cookies, Primo got all, "Whoooooo!" because he thinks the kitchen will turn into a big mess and it's soooo stressful. "There will be dishes all over!" he said. "How can I relax?'
"Because I'm not going to ask you to do any of the dishes?" I suggested.
"But you don't do them right," he answered grumpily.
"Your standards are too high," I told him.
"Yours are too low."
"Your parents think it's the opposite," I said.
We both laughed. How to unite people: Well, you know.