Oh the conversations I have

It started last night. With me and Mikey as we were going to bed we were chatting. Here is a vague transcript of what I can remember. Mikey will be in red I will be in purple

I'm going to die of exhaustion

You can't die of exhaustion.

You know what, now I'm going to die of exhaustion just to spite you.

They wont know you died of exhaustion.

Yeah, I've seen tv, I know how it works. The autopsy people will see that I died of exhaustion. And spite. Some how they will find out it was out of spite.

"Joe did you just lick the body?" "Yep. Tastes like spite."

To which I almost died laughing. I love my Mikey, he is so funny and insane.

Then I had a conversation with Mikey's little sister at dinner. It went something like this: (I'm still purple, Mikey's sister Madison will be in green)

Is your dad half Mexican?

What? No. He's Indian.

Oh! That's why you were your hair in braids.

Uh... No I actually just like braids

Sacajawea wore braids

(enter Mikey's mom who will be yellow)

Mom are half anything

What do you mean?

Like half Mexican, or half Indian?

No...?

Oh. Dad's got to be at least half Asian. Or else he couldn't get so tan.

It was the most innocently racist conversation I've ever had. Kids are so awesome. Or maybe Mikey's family is just insane. Either way, it has made my last couple days pretty funny :)