Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Dysfunctional Wednesday!

My conversation with the 17 year old while folding laundry.

Michael: You're in my flight zone.
Me: What?Michael: Do you know what that means?
Me: No. Do I want to?
Michael: It means you're in my personal space.
Me: Huh? Well, since I own the house you're technically in international air space.
Do you know what that means?
Michael: No.
Me: It means I will pluck you from the sky without any further warning.

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