“We need to go to Morehead City today and do some shopping,” Scott said.
“Yes, we do. I’m making a list of things,” I said. “Don’t laugh, but…”
“What?” Scott began to blink a few times. He does this when he anticipates another “uh oh” moment.
“I need a new toilet seat.”
“What?” The blinking became more rapid.
“I broke the toilet seat.”
Scott threw his hand over his mouth and his eyes became squinty. He wasn’t laughing, out loud.
“How did you manage to do that?”
“I slipped and fell on the toilet seat, and it broke,” I said.
The hand slapped his mouth again.
“You just slipped and fell on the toilet seat, and you broke it.”
“Yes, that’s how it happened.”
Well, I guess we’ll be going to the hardware store. I suppose those things are on there with screws,” he said.
“I suppose so, but I want to take it with me, so I get the same kind of seat. I like that one, it’s thick and durable.”
The hand went back to his mouth.
No respect, none what so ever.
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