A conversation between the Mathiot girls…

So after I wrote this down I read it out loud. I’m still laughing so hard that I’ve got tears in my eyes. And for the record, we have conversations like this all the time… yes we’re entertaining ;D I hope you like it :)

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“Look at the back of this book, Hannah.” I said as I handed her The Wednesday Letters, a papaerback novel that I’d gotten at goodwill earlier for a few quarters.

Hannah took the book and looked at the little rip on the top.

“It looks like a mouse chewed it up.” I supplied. She shook her head.

“No it’ doesn’t. It’s just a rip…” but she held it up to her nose and tentatively sniffed the rip.

Carly laughed from where she sat, saying “you can’t smell mice spit, Hannah!”

Hannah snickered. “I can’t smell mice spit, but someone else can probably smell mice spit.” Hannah said, referring to what we called her broken nose. She can’t smell much of anything unless it’s very strong. Or onions. She can smell onions.

“You can’t smell it, it’s not enough.” Carly insisted

Hannah was laughing as she handed the book back to me. “Maybe you can. Maybe it’s a little creature with a lot of spit.”

I thought for a second. I had to say something. That line was just begging to be taken a step further. Finally, an epiphany hit.

“Like short boys!”

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Sigh…… Such is the life and lies of an inanimate flying object……