M- Mom lets get Chinese for dinner.
Me- Sounds good. What should we get?
I start looking over the menu. We order from the same place every time. The owners love our girls and spoil them beyond belief. They know we do not like the sticky sweet Americanized version of Chinese food, so they make our meals more like the way they are made in China. So good, but their Cashew chicken isn’t my fav.
Me- M remembert the cashew chicken in California?
M- Oh my gosh, I love the food in California. Everything is better in California!
Me- Yes, yes, pretty much any food is better in California than here in AGirl town(not the actual name of our town:)
M- We should move back there.
Me- Not all that fond of their gun laws.
M- Oh please just carry a knife.
Me- Ok, no prob. You don’t find a gun to be a useful tool how about I change the code on the gun safe and just leave you the code to access the kitchen knives(we don’t have a code to access the kitchen knives)
M- Blank stare, jaw literally drops open.
Me- Yeah, that’s what I thought.
M- Not funny.
Me- I love you.
M- Yeah, yeah…
For those of you that have been following M’s story will understand why this conversation and how it ended tickled me.