life in alaska

Tonight's dinner was without Jeff, since he's in a meeting. Conversation rapidly degenerated, along these lines.

R - "Why did the booger cross the road?"
Me - To get to the other slide?
R - No, because he was getting picked on.
L - Why did the rock cross the road?
Me - Because he was getting picked on?
L - No, because he was getting KICKED on.
Me - Why did Brady cross the road?
L - Because he was getting picked on?
Me - no, to get to his other pacifier.
L - Why did Carson cross the road?
Me - I don't know.
L - To get to the gross rotten Cheerio. He loves gross rotten Cheerios. One time he was eating one and I didn't even take it away from him.
Me - Ewww!
Em - Why did the booger cross the road?
Me - Because he was getting picked on?
Em - No, to get to the other Cheerio!
(At this point, I laughed out loud at the utter random futile humor that I'm surrounded with, and even enjoy to a degree!)