What’d ya do at school today?

Nothing.

Obviously. I mean, that’s why we pay for private school, for the rigorous curriculum of nothin’, stuff, and I don’t know.

But, if I’m really quiet and pretend I’m not even paying attention to them, the drive home from school pick-up becomes a treasure trove of one liners fit for the likes of almost anyone who has ever ingested mushrooms, ever.

“Did you just fart?
I have no idea Wyatt, you can’t smell your own farts, only other people’s.”

“Jude! Jude! Look at this!
Hold on, I’m sending a tweet.
What is that?
It’s birds who write stuff with their beaks.”

“I love this song, I sing it when I poop.” (for the record, it’s Firework by Katy Perry. And he does sing it. Every time.)

“Why is Earth round? That’s like the worst shape ever of all the shapes they could have chosen.”

“Why do I have to keep going to school if I’m just going to be Captain America?
Because, Jude, Captain America uses math for saving stuff and getting ladies.”

“Sometimes I wish we were geese. They just really seem to have it all together.”

It’s like Cheech & Chong go to school.

 

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