Ian was supposed to go to his friend’s graduation party this evening, and Dad made the mistake of asking him if he wanted to bring a gift.
Ian: “Do you think he would want that shirt I mentioned he might want?”
Me: “Seeing as I’m not even sure what friend we’re talking about here, I’m gonna go with I don’t know.”
Ian, running upstairs to go get the shirt: “Well, we could get him a gift cart to Wal-Mart.”
Dad: “Nothing says I think you’re great like a gift card to Wal-Mart.”
Ian ran back down the stairs, holding up a black button-down shirt emblazoned with an orange car surrounded by flames.
Ian: “Do you think he’d like this?”
Me: “I’m not sure anyone would like that.”
Dad: “Well, it looks like it’s from Wal-Mart.”
Me: “Does he wear stuff like that?”
Ian: “He wears car stuff. Well, he likes cars, at least.”
Me: “I like painting, it doesn’t mean I like to go around in shirts with a bunch of paint splatters all over them.”
Ian paused to think about this for a few moments.
Ian: “So… Wal-Mart gift card?”
I have no idea what I'm doing.