We're sitting at the table having lunch on Saturday and talking about the soccer game we'll be attending that night. Owen looks at me and asks if we have good seats. I tell him that we have excellent seats.
"Good, because I really hope they're not crappy seats."
"What?!?! Why would you say that? Where in the world did you hear it?"
Owen smiles, turns his head and dramatically points at Kirk.
1 comment:
One point for Owen!
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