We're all calmly eating. The table is quiet and full of food. All of a sudden, Coco flings her body back into her chair. She seems genuinely upset and flips both hands onto the back of her head.
She loudly exclaims: When am I going to DIE??!
The Kid loses it: WHAT?! WHAT did she say?!
(The Kid is drama.)
Me: Coco, why did you say that? You're not going to die for a very very long time.
Coco is now bending over, rubbing her face.
Tink could care less, she continues to eat.
Coach: Coco, what's going on?
Coco: When am I going to DIE??!
The Kid: Why does she keep saying THAT? What's wrong with her?!
Me: Coco, why are you asking about dying?
Coco (super dramatically): Because my life is sooo boring! This is all berry boring here. When am I going to die from everything boring??
Me (eye rolling to Coach): Really?? She's already so bored, she could die?? I can't handle her.
Tink knowingly giggles and nods.
1 comment:
i can totally picture the kid freaking out. i love it.
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