Alex: “Luna, where’s your
shoe?”
“Is it missing?”
“Are you wearing only one on
purpose?”
“Oh my god, I think I’m
missing a shoe.”
“Luna, where is it?”
“I dunno. Are you wearing my
shoe?”
“I am most definitely not wearing your shoe.”
“Do you know where it is?”
“I asked you. Where is your
other shoe?”
“I threw it out the window.”
“Why on earth did you throw
it out the window?”
“Well, because I saw you
walking outside on the sidewalk and I was wondering if I could hit you with my
shoe. Turns out, the answer is no.”
“Luna, that wasn't very nice.”
“It was completely harmless,
obviously.”
“Go get your shoe.”
“Would you be a dear and go
get it for me?”
“If I go fetch your shoe, you’re
not getting it back.”
“Well, that wouldn't be very
nice.”
“Luna, have you been
drinking?”
“No.”
“How many have you had?”
“Three.”
“You’re holding up four
fingers.”
“I know. The middle one was
for you.”
“Grrr.”
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