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dinner conversations

March 11, 2008

We were all sitting down to a dinner of Mexican Lasagna. Grant doesn’t care much for olives, and since the nutritional value of a handful of canned olives is insignificant, I let him pick them out and give them to his big brother. This time, the otherwise ordinary event had everyone at the table in stitches. It went something like this:

Grant (talking to his dinner plate) said:

Hello, olives. I’m sorry, but you are not invited to this party. But you can go to my brother Harrison’s party instead.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. March 12, 2008 4:51 pm

    Your boys crack me up. I hope you are keeping a book of these things – you’ll make a fortune one day!

  2. scrabblenut permalink*
    March 12, 2008 10:12 pm

    We try to write them down most of the time, but so far this blog has been a better record of the funny things they say than any journal I’ve ever kept. 🙂

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