Conversation

This is how the conversation went at the dinner table last night while we were eating sandwiches:

Aaron: Who took the garbage's out this morning?
Jill: Me
A: Who brought them in?
Gracie: Baby? (Picking up a little potato chip)
Carter: Me
A:Why was one can inside the other?
G: Baby!
J: You mean the little ones?
A: No, the big ones?
G: Baby, Wa Wa (rocking a potato chip like a baby)
C: It's easier that way. I only have to make one trip.
J: They are heavy, I can't believe you can lift one inside the other.
G: Baby (giving the potato chip to Aaron to rock)
A: Don't do that bud, I am afraid you will break them. Just make two trips. (all while rocking the potato chip/baby)
G: Da Da, Baby? (making sure he is still rocking the potato chip)
C: You are trying to hinder my creativity. Oh gross, I am eating paper. There is paper still stuck to my cheese! (you know, the little paper that separates the slices so they don't stick together.)
G: Da Da? Baby?
A: See, your creativity isn't hindered.
G: Baby, Wa Wa (as she eats the baby/potato chip)

Never a dull moment at our dinner table.