Kids are cute, when they are someone else's.

Two stories for one!

Me and Angela (shut up you grammer nazi) were getting some food at her house. Her two nephews were eating at the counter behind us. They were babling back and forth at each other and they started up on whether or not Angela has a boyfriend.

"Does not!" "Does too!" "Does not!" "Does too!" "Does not!" "Does too!"

"I do not." Angela told them.

"Oh"

"Well," the nephew who insited Angela had a boyfriend was not to be undone, "She has a girlfriend." One small finger pointed at me.

"Girls can't have girlfriends!" The other nephew exclamed! (and more!!!!!!)

At this time Angela pulled me out of the kitchen and up to her room, so she could close the door and laugh herself silly.


Story the second:

I was at work, this woman came in with a gaggle of kids. Normally this would bug the crap out of me, but it seems this woman was actually a parent and her kids were well behaved. But this didn't stop them from being curious. They were fasinated by the "Innocent Until Proven Guilty" poster. So while I was working on their mom, one of the littler ones ran up to ask her mom in a excitied whisper, "Mom, mom is Jesse Jackson related to Micheal Jackson?"

Link to the poster: Click me all night long.