June 2009
8 posts
Mommy: My head hurts.
Son: Oh. Well…MY head doesn’t hurt.
Mommy: (pause…thinking, that’s not very nice) Well, that’s good.
Son: Hey! Do you want to borrow MY head?
“I do not care what car you drive. Where you live. If you know someone who knows...”
– Unknown
BOY: I need someone to talk too…
GIRL: I’m always here for you.
BOY: I know.
GIRL: What’s wrong?
BOY: I like her sooo much...
GIRL: Talk to her.
BOY: I don’t know... she’ll never like me.
GIRL: Don’t say that. You’re amazing.
BOY: I just wanna tell her how I feel...
GIRL: Then tell her.
BOY: She won’t like me.
GIRL: How do you know that?
BOY: I can just tell.
GIRL: Well, just tell her.
BOY: What should I say?
GIRL: Tell her how much you like her.
BOY: I tell her that daily.
GIRL: What you mean?
BOY: I'm always with her. I love her.
GIRL: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he’ll never like me.
BOY: Wait. Who do you like?
GIRL: Ooh, some Boy...
BOY: Ooh, she won’t like me either.
GIRL: She does.
BOY: How do you know...?
GIRL: Because who wouldn’t like you?
BOY: You...
GIRL: You’re wrong. I love you.
BOY: I love you too.
GIRL: …so are you gonna to talk to her?
BOY: I just did.