Lunchtime Conversation

Just a few minutes ago Adam and Noah were eating lunch while I was loading the dishwasher. Adam mentioned having one of his friends come over to play this afternoon and I reminded him that he will see his friend at Scouts this afternoon. This is how the rest of the conversation went:

Adam: He won't be at our Scouts mom. He's in the Bears.

Noah: The Bers? (I love his slight speech impediment, but that's beside the point.)

Adam: Yeah, the Bears.

Noah: But he can't be in the Bers. They will eat him.

Adam: He doesn't LIVE with the Bears, Noah. That's what they are called. He's in the Bears and I'm in the Wolves.

Noah: (after a brief moment of consideration) I'm in the California.

Adam: (looks at me with his "Is he EVER going to stop saying crazy things" face.

Me: (look at Adam with my "I have no idea" face.)

Noah: (continues to munch with his "I don't understand why people always seem to be so confused when I talk" face.)