Babytalk

Cole: I don't quite know what to think of all of this.

Emma: Ugh, I know. Our parents are the worst. Just ignore them, and maybe they'll go away.

Colin: Seriously, can't happen soon enough. I was trying to watch the Gopher game, but these chuckleheads won't sit down.

John: Man, am I comfortable. Cole, have I ever told you that your thighs are like pillows? I swear you have goose down in there. Ridiculous. Wait, what's going on?

Cole: We're talking about our parents, John. They're all kind of jumping around like lunatics, taking pictures and making silly faces. Color me dubious.

Emma: What did I say? Just ignore them, boys. Don't look, don't look, don't look.

Colin: I mean, really, people. I'm a baby. I'm not tall. Down in front!

John: This is just the price we pay, guys.

Emma: And gal!

John: Right, and gal. Anyway, this is just the price we pay. They feed us, clothe us, shelter us, and tend to us when we're crying.

Cole: I suppose, but if they were better at all of that, maybe we wouldn't be crying in the first place, right?

Colin: And if they were better at not blocking the television, maybe I could catch the rest of this game.

Emma: Colin, it's the Gophers. They're terrible. Who cares?

John: True that.

Cole: Turrible, even.

Colin: Well, it's either watch the game or look at them!

Emma: Hmmm....

John: The man brings up a good point. Hey Cole, can you scratch my head for me?

Cole: Sure, buddy. Here?

John: Uh, a little bit more toward Colin....

Cole: Here?

John: Perfect. Oooh. Thanks, dude. Way better.

Cole: No worries, John. No worries.

9/10/2011.