Paul: Do we have a little ball, Babe?
Me: For what?
Paul: My physio exercises. I need to roll it around under my foot.
Me: I think we have a tennis ball around somewhere. I'll go look up stairs.
Me: (goes upstairs)
Paul: Never mind. I'm just going to use an orange.
Me: (shouting from upstairs) Don't use an orange! You'll squish it.
Paul: Okay, we'll hurry up then.
Me: (rummaging around upstairs)
Orange: (SQUISH!!)
Paul: Woah, Babe, you were right.
Me: What?
Paul: The orange. It did squish!
Me: No duh Babe, no duh.
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MEN!
That sounds familiar :> Remind me to tell you about my kitchen garbage can some time :>
I was having a cranky afternoon and this post just made me laugh and laugh and laugh. I could really picture the dialogue. I like the bit where the orange goes 'squish'.
I bet your readers don't fully appreciate that you're an award winning playwright and are VERY good at relaying a scene. Seriously.
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