Grandpa: Yay! Picture time! I’ll just take a seat right here.
Mom: If I tilt my head and smile just so, it will totally look like I’m happy.
Dad: These red shoes were totally a mistake
Brenna: I don’t think I like this.
Grandma: Who is that over there? They look familiar.
Mom: And the blue shoes are light and breezy.
Dad: But at least I have my totally awesome calculator watch on*!
Brenna: I don’t. I don’t like this.
Grandma: Is that Mitch and Sylvia Smith over there?
Mom: And only happy people wear blue shoes.
Brenna: I. Am. Not. Happy.
Dad: Go ahead, anyone – ask me a math question. Because I can totally answer it.
Grandma: I thought they were vacationing in Florida.
Brenna: Noooot Haaaapppppy.
Dad: My calculator watch is proof that the future is going to be good.
Grandma: Man, I wish we were in Florida, instead of sitting by this dreary brown river.
Brenna: I want candy.
Mom: And the smile plus the blue shoes? That should convince everyone that I am happy.
Brenna: And a puppy.
Grandma: I’m going to demand we go to Florida next year. I’ve had enough of the Midwest, and these bugs.
Dad: Imagine all the other things we’ll be able to strap to our wrists someday!
Brenna: Put me down.
Mom: Very happy!
Brenna: Put me down.
Grandma: Oh, no! They’re walking this way!
Brenna: Put me down.
Dad: Like radios!
Brenna: If you don’t put me down RIGHT NOW, I am going to start screaming.
Mom: Never mind the frizz-inducing heat…
Brenna: I’ll give you ten seconds…
Dad: And televisions!
Brenna: Ten…
Grandma: I can’t let Sylvia see me with my hair like this. There are no reliable salons in Minnesota, so my hair is a fright. This bandanna was the best I could do.
Brenna: Nine…
Mom: ...the fact that my in-laws are in town...
Brenna: Eight…
Dad: And phones!
Brenna: Seven…
Grandma: No! Don’t look at me, don’t look at me!
Mom: …the fetus fighting for supremacy over my body…
Dad: And maybe even computers!
Brenna: Six…
Grandma: Oh, good, they’re starting to turn around.
Dad: No, not computers. They’ll never be small enough to carry.
Brenna: Five…
Mom: …this darn toddler, who I bet is going to go ballistic any second…
Brenna: Four…
Grandma: No, no, no! They’re stopping again! We need to get out of here before they see me!
Brenna: Three…
Dad: But how totally awesome would it be to be able to carry around a whole computer?
Brenna: I did warn you…
Dad: But for now, seriously? How cool is my watch calculator?
Mom: …or my husband, who has a crazy calculator strapped to his wrist.
Brenna: Three…
Mom: No, I am happy.
Grandma: Kris, you’d better make sure that girl stays quiet or surely they’ll walk over here and try to talk to us.
Brenna: Two…
Mom: See? I’m smiling!
Brenna: One...
Grandpa: Maybe if I keep sitting here, no one will realize I’m with them
*Disclaimer: I'm not certain that my dad actually has his calculator watch on here. But I know he had one later in my life, so I'm just going to assume this was it.
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