We were parked in a drug store parking lot. Late at night. Tony asked me to roll down his window.
Tony (SHOUTING): HEY BEEKEY! BEEKEY COME HERE AND GET IN OUR CAR ALREADY! BEEEEEKEEEEEY!
Me: Tony, stop! Tony, seriously, someone may actually come and get in our car.
Tony: Mom, hush, I’m talking to Beekey. BEEEEEEEKEEEEY, COME GET IN OUR CAR SO WE CAN LEAVE. WE WILL TAKE YOU TO WORK IF YOU JUST HURRY.
Me: OH MY GOD, STOP. Seriously, now you’re shouting ENTIRELY PLAUSIBLE STUFF and someone MAY ACTUALLY COME GET IN OUR CAR.
Tony: Is there a person named Beekey out there, Mom?
Driving home. Late at night. Tony was on a talking jag, so Bryan and I weren’t really listening.
Tony: I think the police have Beekey.
Me: Why .. do they have Beekey?
Tony: They said they were going to take her to the firestation, but.. I don’t knowwwww..
Me: Okay. (cue zone out)
Tony: Momma, do you like jfklsjdf;kdsjkd (I’m sure it meant something to him, but I wasn’t listening.) or not?
Me: Um, no. I don’t.
Tony: Well, now you’ve done it. Now they’re shooting Beekey.
Tony: You did this, Mom.