The other day, Adam came home, walked in the door, and before I could even see him I hear him say in a nonchalant voice, “Call the police…I’ve been robbed.” It turns out that when he was talking on the phone with me when he was at the grocery store, and when he got to the register he was a yogurt short. He thinks that the lady standing next to him stole the yogurt from his cart since he took the last strawberry yogurt. He’s taking Duncan as his attack cat next time. I decided she would be a sneaky lady who couldn’t stand to be without her “fav” 100 calorie yogurt in strawberry so she swiped it and power-walked her way outta there.
The dialog is pretty much exact (Adam has an uncanny knack for remembering movie quotations, therefore he also excels at remembering conversations…but only that he wasn’t a part of. Whenever I try to get him to recall a really important thing he or I said he usually forgets. Selective? Maybe. I know I just hang onto what people said like an elephant and it drives me batty when he can’t remember telling me I was right…just for example). The best part about this is hearing Adam talk like the little girl – that really makes the story.
For those of you who know Adam, enjoy that. If you don’t, then I’m sorry. He also won’t do stories by request either; he’s a bit particular about his story telling.