I love these conversations. . .

Earlier today while I was working in the kitchen, I was talking with Jonathan who was lounging in a chair near me. The conversation led to me calling him "Doofy"; he in return called me "Doobie". My reply was,

"I'm not doobie, Mr. Bradshaw is."

"How about Goofy?"

"That's Caleb."

"Then what are you?"

"Hmmm. How about sweetheart?"

"Noooo!"

"Pickles?"

"I was just thinking that. . ."


Later, Mom called him a pickle to which his response was, "I'm not a pickle; Kaliste is!"