L: i think i am pregnant!
Me: Really? How can you get pregnant before me? You must wait in line!
L: Well I cant help it! Maybe you are not doing it correctly. (!?)
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Me: Why do you always like to scratch yourself?
H: I itch, therefore i scratch. (Looking at me like i'm an idiot)
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Me: Can you stop making fun of the way i speak?
H: I cant help it. U sound so cute.
Me: I dont sound cute! I sound like a 6 years old kid!
H:Ok, u sound like a 6 years old kid. But a cute one!! (looking at me like what he said is the sweetest thing ever!)
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H: B, can you help me iron my stussy shirt?
Me: Ok. where is it?
H: its in the laundry basket.
Me: Isnt it still dirty?
H: Ya. Can help me iron it? I want to wear it tomoro.
Me: So what you are trying to say is, you want me to wash that shirt, hang it to dry and then iron it for you..
H: Ya.. Isnt that what i said?
Me: NOOoooo.. You left out the washing and drying part.
H: Dont tell me I would ask you to iron a dirty shirt, right? (looking at me like i am sounding crazy)
Me: *pulls out hair*
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