Conversations

In the car:

M: Mommy, are we going lemon speed?

me: Lemon speed?

M: You know, the policeman stops you if you're not going lemon speed.

Oh. The speed limit.

At the choir school picnic:

K walks off with two tall, long-legged, blonde pre-teens.

me (catching up with him): Where are you going bud?

K: Oh, I'm just going with the girls.

Figures. It's starting already.