So we're wandering around Linens'n'Things, the Kid & I, looking for a bin to keep sugar in.
"I need a bin," I told her. "A nice bin."
"A bim?" she says. "Why would you keep sugar in a bim?"
"I said bin."
"A tin? These are glass."
I give her a narrow look. She looks innocently back.
"Are you messing with me?" I demand.
"How could I dress you?" she replies, and begins giggling wildly.
"Oh, very funny," I say. "Very, very funny. " I turn a corner, heading down another aisle. "Keep up, you don't want to get lost in here."
"I'm not from Boston!" she shouts after me.
This is what you get when you torment them from an early age.
17 hours ago