Their Heads Are In The Clouds

(My sister and I are in the car, bored and playing ‘rock, not paper, probably not scissors.’ Basically, we take random objects and decide who wins from there. We get distracted by a cloud…)

Me: “Hmm… doesn’t that cloud look like a very typical cloud?”

Sister: “It does.” *to the cloud* “You should be ashamed of yourself for being so typical. You should be out of the ordinary!”

(My dad begins to laugh. My sister continues on a slight rant about the one cloud, and I begin to laugh.)

Dad: “Well, it kinda looks like a sphinx with a dog head wearing a powdered wig.”

Sister: “Oh, yeah, I see it now.”

Me: “I think it looks like our dog when he’s lying down. See the area of fluff behind the head?”

Sister: “Huh.”

(We continue our game until we spot a cloud that looks like an ‘S.’)

Sister: “That cloud looks like an ‘S!'”

Me: “So it does.”

Dad: “Huh.”

Mom: “It could be a ‘5.’”

Me: “Or an upside down ‘S.'”

Dad: “Or a stylized snake…”