We finally arrived at my house.
Him: Are you sure your dad won’t mind.
I stared at him blankly. Me: He’s not home.
Him: What?
I stuck my head in the door. Me (yelling): Da-ad!
Silence.
We started unpacking and finding places for everything. Oh where to put the vegetables… I’d like to put them in the trash but I’ve learned better than that… I think the left drawer in the refrigerator should do… fruit in the right. Yes, that’s good. Now snack food… snack food snack food snack food… aha! this is the perfect cabinet.
Once we had everything away we started dinner. Drew was totally clueless so I was basically doing everything. Just like chem… but backwards.
Him: So how do you know the chicken’s ready?
Me: When it’s no longer pink and bloody.
Him: And how long does that take?
Me: Longer than 5 minutes.
Him: Oh. So how long have they been in?
Me: Why don’t you go make the salad or something.
Him: ok… how do you do that?
Just as I was about to burst out laughing I heard the door slam.