Me: “I’ve decided I’m not going to be answering stupid questions anymore.”
Rick: “So we’re not talking anymore?”
Me: “What are you doing?”
Rick: “Putting something away?”
Me: “Why?”
Rick: “So it doesn’t fall in the crack.”
Me: “To do what, then?”
Rick: “What do you want to do?”
Me: “Bree, go bite your daddy.”
Bree looks at me, earnestly.
Rick: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Aren’t you paying attention? I’m trying to teach Bree to bite you.”
These are the things that happen with Rick’s home sick.
Curiouser and Curiouser 