Conversations featuring the young of this fine state.

I think the girl in the first case was about seven, and the boy in the second one was a little younger, five or six.

Northern California

Little girl: Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.

Mother: Yes?

Little girl: (urgently) What about the goat cheese?

Mother: I already got the goat cheese.

Little girl: (very relieved) Oh, okay.

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Southern California

Mother: How'd you like it?

Little boy: (earnestly) It was so relaxing. 

Mother: Oh yeah?

Little boy: Yeah. You just, like, meditate for sixteen hours.

Comments

[Lumpy badger]

Ha ha, excellent - me and my chums have a similar thing called 'middle class injuries'. Aga burns, slipping on haloumi, that sort of thing.

[Betty m]

Excellent. We have the same round here. My friend in desperation took her hungry child aged 5 to McDonalds only for him to wail loudly when they got in "but Mummy, I want sushi". Ahh ist world problems.