Had some interesting brunch conversation....
Mommy: "Almost Teen Caveboy, I can totally picture you rockin' the surgeon scrubs and saving lives. That's very cool!"
Irish Dancer Girl: "And I can totally see me using my princess camera to take a picture of you in the nurses room."
(WHAT???) Almost Teen Caveboy chokes on his beverage and wants to offer up his sister for sale...."Can you list her on ebay this week?"
Fast forward to parking lot...Mommy...busy buckling in the Irish dancer girl...Almost Teen Caveboy...prepping his iPod for the trip home....a normal All American family moment...or is it???
Suddenly, Chilly yells out from the driver's seat: "Do not-ta shrink me, gypsy!" in his Borat voice....
We all stop and stare at him....is his heart medication messing with him or has he just completely lost his marbles?
He continues (very, very LOUDLY)..."I-ya look upon your treasures, gypsy..Is this the previous owner, gypsy? Perhaps, one that you shrunk-a?" (Chilly holds up one of Irish dancer girl's dolls...)
Irish dancer girl (in her best gypsy voice): "I'm-a gonna shrink you if you don't start driving! I've got princess exercises to do! I've got wand lifting, twirling and tea parties to plan! Now drive!"
Anyone care to join us on our next brunch outing???