We're on our way to the hotel, driving through a sketchy part of a small town, we are behind some sort of industrial type building and there is little to no lighting...
Molly: We're going to find a corpse!
Mom: Gasps and points out the window
Molly: Shrieks and generally freaks out
Mom: A wormhole!
Molly: I'm really sore because I fell down the stairs earlier.
Mom: Well what did you hit?
Molly: The stairs...
Molly: If you're having a cockroach race, you should line the race track with wood.
Me: Why?
Molly: Don't cockroaches eat wood?
Me: That's termites.
Molly: .....oh.....
Molly: I see those ears and I think of imps and old people.
Molly asks to borrow a pen, so I hand her a Sharpie pen, which are kind of expensive as pens go.
Me: Looks over. Are you using my expensive pen to draw cartoon monsters on your notebook?
Molly: Um...well....yes.
Me: ....I guess I can't really object to that.
We are in the car, looking for somewhere to eat dinner when I look over and see Molly trying to smell her own foot.
Me: What are you DOING?!
Molly: There's really no way to explain this, is there?
We have JUST arrived at the hotel and I pull something out of my suitcase.
Molly: Ooh! What are you eating?
Me: Nothing...it's a pad.
Molly: Oh. I thought it was cheese.
Me: Why would I pull cheese out of my suitcase?!
Molly: I don't know...
And there you have it, our vacation in a nutshell. Well, that and Grant's Farm, Six Flags, and a bunch of other stuff.
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