An old old story between Gregory and myself is about going into a diner and asking the waitress what kind of pie they had. She replied, "Yes."
A variation on this story is, "What kind of pie would you like Cherry? or Apple?" with a reply of "Yes."
Yesterday in the bathroom, I told Gregory that he should move his pills closer to his sink so he didn't forget to take them. He replied, "OK." and left the room.
"Are the dogs chained?"
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