I took Maly to school this morning. As I was dropping her off in the cafeteria, I knelt down and asked her, “hey, who’s that kid sitting right behind me?”
She peeked over my shoulder and said, “Gunnar.”
“Is he a good kid or a bad kid?”
“He’s an okay kid. One time on a field trip he tried to take a bite out of his shoe. So he’s a pretty good kid to me.”
At this point I’m laughing just because of the context of the conversation. I give my daughter a kiss and tell her I love her.
“Your breath really smells bad.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, it almost made me want to throw up just now.”