Troy: “Dada, that reindeer on the corner just moved its head.”
Me: “What?! Why is it doing that?”
Troy: “I don’t know, but it just moved again. It’s going back and forth.”
Me: “That’s creepy. I think it’s possessed by a demon. Especially since that other reindeer isn’t moving. Quick, duck! It’s looking this way!”
Troy: “I don’t think it saw us.”
Me: “I’m going to drive behind this truck so it can’t see us, but duck down anyway, just in case.”
Troy: “Whew! We made it.”
Me [looking in the rearview mirror]: “If that freaking thing starts running down the road after us, I’m flooring it. I’m not getting trounced by a demon-possessed reindeer tonight!”
Troy: “But there’s a car in front of you.”
Me: “I’m running it off the road! Dada’s not messing with that demon deer!”
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