Sock Salad

Me: “I saw a turtle back there.”
Troy: “You did? Where?”
Me: “He was back there on the sidewalk, and I think he was eating a sock, which is just weird.”
Troy: “A sock?!”
Me: “Yeah, I have no idea why he’d be eating a sock.”
Troy: “Maybe he thought it was lettuce.”
Me: “Yeah, or a carrot. Basically some sort of sock salad. I wonder if turtles like cucumbers.”
Troy: “I like cucumbers, and carrots, and lettuce.”
Me: “You do, huh? Well, maybe you’re a turtle.”
Troy: “No, I’m a hybrid.”
Me: “Technically, we’re all hybrids if you think about it. We are part our mom’s and part our dad’s. But I’m guessing you’re talking about something else, so what kind of hybrid are you?”
Troy: “I’m parts of everything.”
Me: “Are you part roly-poly?”
Troy: “Yes.”
Me: “Part eel?”
Troy: “Yes, because I like eels.”
Me: “Part butterfly?”
Troy: “Yes, because I have wings.”
Me: “Part chihuahua?”
Troy: “Let’s see…yes, I’m part chihuahua too.”
Me: “Is that why you’re so loud?”
Troy: “No! I’m loud, because God gave me a loud voice.”
Me: “Touché! Hard to argue with that logic!”