A Noise

Gma: Is that you, honey?

Me: No grandma, its a burglar doing dishes. (Laughter) Of course it’s me.

Gma: Don’t scare me like that. I thought you were in your room.

Me: I was in my room, now I’m in the kitchen. The slave has escaped. (Chuckle)

Walking back toward my room

Me: (Yelling) I’m going back to my room.

Gma: Okay. Is everything locked up?

Me: Yep. (This is the third time we discussed this in the last two hours).

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