Conversations

Mommie, looking around: Andrew, you drew all over our walls, your lamp shade, your desk; punctured the desk chair... Is there anything you haven't ruined yet?
Andrew: taking a look at the pencil hole in the chair's leather: At least the chair is healing...
Mommie: What do you mean it's healing?
Andrew: Well, once I pulled out the pencil, the hole got smaller.

Andrew, at 7 a.m.: Where did the first baby come from?
Mommie, asleep: Its mommie's belly.
Andrew: Where did the first mommie come from?
Mommie, awake: It's a mystery.

Andrew: Mommie, am I going to die?
Mommie: You will live for a long time.
Andrew: If people stop dying, there will be many old people on this earth, and many young people who are being born every day. Where is everyone going to live?

Mommie: Don't forget that we are going to a Seder tonight.
Daddy: I thought the holiday was called Passover!?