boogies

L.H.: did you know that eric clapton was friends with george harrison?
Phil: i certainly did.

I.E.: "I just did it with him so I wouldn't have to touch his penis. Then he'd pass out and i would go sit on the floor and smoke a cigarette and cry."

mom got this 'let your kid make his own book' kit thing, where there's a blank book and you put your kid's picture and there's a bunch of different kinds of stickers they can pick out and put down, and the kid tells you what to write. So my mom got one for ben. here's what i hear from the other room:

m: 1st. page. ok what do you want to put on this page
b: i like snow
m: i like snow. ok. i like snow. there......ok next page. what do you want to put here?
b: i like boogies
m:'i like boogies'? ha. ok. now really. what do you want to put there? do you really want to put that?
b: yes. i like boogies.
m: no really
(this type of exchange keeps going on for a minute until mom finally writes down 'i like boogies')
m: ok. next page. what do you want to put here?
b: i like to cook.
m: you like to cook. ok. what do you like to cook?
b: boogies.
m: oh, come on. really now. what do you really like to cook? you don't cook boogies.
b: yeah i do
m: ok what else do you like to cook?
b: just boogies. i want you to put boogies.
(this type of struggle/exchange keeps going on until mom finally puts down 'i like to cook boogies')

this was going on while i was in the next room trying to draw something. i didn't really succeed in drawing anything at that time because i was too busy cracking up laughing.