This past Sunday night.
Me: Can you imagine Dinks in school tomorrow.
Me (mimicking a teacher): Now class, I want you to draw what you did this weekend.
Me: And here's our kid drawing a picture of a group of smiling stick figures all with guns.
Geo (chuckling): And a train wreck.
Me (grimacing): Ooooo, I'm sure that would justify a call from the office.
Me (reading the news on Google): Miss Deaf Texas was killed by a train today.
Geo (not even looking up from what he was doing): That's gonna be a country song.
Driving to pick up the Dinks.
Geo: Hey babe, check out the ugly bitch next to us.
Me (trying desperately to avoid eye contact): No, I am not looking.
Geo: C'mon. The bitch ain't looking. Quick, look!
I glance. It's a dog.
Geo (giggling uncontrollably): Got you good!