MP had quite a bit to say on the ride home last night. Within a span of five minutes she shocked me once, she shocked me twice, and neatly wrapped things up by confirming the propensity for dumb humor may actually be an inherited trait.
I’m in love with Ronan and Hunter.
Wha?!? Eee ooo, eee ooo. (That’s me cleaning out my ears.)
When did THIS happen? MP’s all of FOUR. I’m hoping she just means this little threesome is sharin’ the Barney Buddy Love. (“I love you, you love me, we’re a great big fam-il-y.” ) I’m so not prepared for the first crush. So not.
Everyone in this town is going to die.
Umm … After making it past the initial shock of this heady proclamation, I was relieved to find out it was NOT in fact, some catastrophic premonition. Instead, she told me her theory on death, explaining matter-of-factly that everyone dies. And when a person dies, someone new is born. More importantly, when a person dies, they COME BACK. So says the Dalai MP.
And, lastly, a joke.
Why did Shaggy cross the road?
(Tired) I don’t know. Why?
(More tired) I don’t know. Why.
To get to the other side?
Hello, Daughter. I love you.