I'm currently laying in bed and listening to two 12 year old boys have an argument outside my house.
My favourite comment so far has to be:
Boy A: When I said "Your mum" I wasn't actually talking about your mum, it's just something people say. I could have gone on to say "Your mum is a lovely person" or "Your mum is the best" so you shouldn't have told her I said that. You need to go back to her and apologise and say I didn't mean it like that.
Then there's been
Boy A: You can't beat me up, I'm taller than you!!
And
Boy A: This is child abuse you retard!
Unfortunately Boy B spoke too quietly for me to hear what I'm sure were his amazingly witty comebacks but I'm pretty sure that argument just made my day.
Okay now I just heard "Come on then" followed by a grunt, a crash and the sound of an ambulance speeding by... I'm like 99% sure they're unrelated but even so... Should I check?
No, we're good. Boy A just called out "Come on Charlie, let's play Black Ops" and Boy B (AKA Charlie) mumbled something incoherent back. It sounded like it was in a fairly chipper tone. I'm just hoping that wasn't Boy A's highly elaborate plan when he spotted my open window and wanted to ensure that his cover was tight...
Ah well, I guess we'll never know.
Peace out my lovelies.
Saturday, 6 August 2011
For the record, I'd make a rubbish witness of murder. I'm far too lazy and sleepy to check if the kids dead.
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