Monday, August 17, 2009

Car Conversation - Five Year-Old Philosopher

Driving to Target:

A: Mom, is there any emergency chocolate? (The label I used once when I found a bar of dark chocolate in the armrest holder and shared it with her.)

C: No, I haven't gotten anymore. I should get some, huh?

A: Yeah.

long pause

A: Mom, do you think Emergency Chocolate makes you have more emergencies?

C: (stifling a chuckle) Well, yes, I think it might.

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