Mr. Pete, Just Take the Stinkin' Gum

This conversation took place last week, a few days after Bee graduated into the world of gum chewers and took watermelon flavored Extra gum to pass out to everyone at church.

Bee: Mr. Pete, do you want a piece of my watermelon gum?
Pete: No thanks, I'm old and I can't chew gum.

Approximate 20 minutes later....

Bee: Mr. Pete, please try a piece of my watermelon gum I got for my #4 birthday.
Pete: Nope, I told ya, I'm old and I can't chew gum.

Approximately an hour later....

Bee: Mr. Pete, are you sure you don't want some gum, it's really good?
Pete: Thanks Bee, but I'm sure, I'm old and I can't chew gum.


This conversation took place while I was putting together the scalloped chicken the other night.

Mommy: Mommy's making Grandma Nativity's scalloped chicken Bee. I hope I make it right, I don't have Grandma's recipe.

Bee: Well, why don't you call her Mommy?

Me: Well, Bee, Grandma Nativity is dead now.

Bee: Why did she die?

Me: She was just old and it was time for her to die, Miss Bee.

Bee: Well, Mr. Pete better hurry up and die then.

Me: Bee, why do you think Mr. Pete should die?

Bee: Because he's old, he told me so!!!



OH BROTHER!!