They Must Be Fun To Overhear At Parties…

My son is eleven, as is his best friend. We’re at a neighborhood block party, and I overhear them having a conversation over ice cream:

Son: “Can I ask you a question?”

Friend: “You just did.”

Son: “Can I ask you another one?”

Friend: “You just did that, too.”

Son: “Well, can I ask you two more?”

Friend: “No.”

Son: “Why not?”

Friend: “I just told you that you couldn’t ask two more, and that was the second one! Don’t you listen?”

Son: “What?”

Friend: “And there’s question number three! What’s wrong with you? No means NO!”

Son: “Never mind.”

Friend: “See? You should have started with that and saved us both a lot of time.”

I love that my weirdo son found his weirdo bestie.