The scene: I'm writing my grocery list to make my very first Minnesota hot dish:
Me: Can you just buy tater tots?
Y: Of course you can buy tater tots. This is AMERICA! Do you think all of the obese people in this country MAKE their own tater tots?
The scene: we're playing trivial pursuit with some friends at a bar/bakery (can we all agree that that combo is the best idea ever?)
Y asks a question.
Y: What does a pineapple not do after it's picked?
Me + another friend: Ripens!
Y: That is the correct answer, but I also would have taken "murder someone" or "attend church."
The scene: I'm climbing in to bed. Y is [mostly] asleep after a long day in the ER:
Me: You're warm!
Y: That's because I'm not hooked up to an oxygen tank like the rest of these idiots.
The scene: we're walking Ike and a rabbit runs across the street:
Me: I want to see some baby animals. Isn't that what's supposed to happen in spring? I want to see a baby rabbit. Or a baby lamb.
Y: A baby lamb?
Me: Yes. I want it to be just born, not about to become a sheep. When does a lamb become a sheep, anyway?
Y: After its baaaaaaa mitzvah, obviously.
The scene: I'm playing with Ike and his stuffed snake, and speaking in my best high pitched baby voice. Y is tying his shoes on the other side of the room.
Me: Ike! Go get your snake! What's its name? Is it Mr. Snakey??
Huh. I guess it is Jerome...