Richard: “Goodnight, Isaac.” [walking out of room]
Isaac: “Goodnight.” [reaches under pillow, whispers not as quietly as he thinks] “And now, the backup book!”
Richard: “Goodnight, Isaac.” [walking out of room]
Isaac: “Goodnight.” [reaches under pillow, whispers not as quietly as he thinks] “And now, the backup book!”
Isaac [at Xmas dinner]: “Drea, do you know how to build a portal to Ender world?”
Isaac [eating at Hell’s Kitchen in Minneapolis]: “This food is better than restaurant quality!”
Isaac [ to his friend Joe at the Mall, walking by the indoor playground]: “I remember this from my childhood.”
Richard: “I went to the foot doctor and learned that a lot of his job is taking care of people too fat to reach their own feet. That’s pretty gross.”
Isaac [grinning]: “Can you reach your feet?”
[Three hours later, showering off after the pool]
Isaac: “Dad, hand me my towel.”
Richard: “I can’t. I cut my toe with the nail clippers and I’m bleeding all over the place.”
Isaac [looking at the fish tank]: “I think we need to feed the allergy eater.”
Richard : [walks into house wearing parka, balaclava and goggles.]
Ben (4 years old): [stares then smiles]: “Richard! You a dude!”
Isaac: “I saw this kid at school and his face was all scratched up, and red, and puffy. It was like he got clawed by a cat, or something ferocious, or a chipmunk.”
Richard: “Isaac, you still need to do your reading today.”
Isaac: “I did. Really! Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Or my butt cheek!”
Richard: [sigh]
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