My mother: "Trey's graduating."
(she holds up two photos, one in a tux, the other in his high school jersey, pretending to toss the football)
Me: "Who?"
Her: "Your little cousin, you know."
Me: "Oh."
Her: "You like this card? I picked it 'cause he likes dogs.
(she holds up a graduation card with a dog in a cap and gown.)
He's going to trade school.
He ain't that smart.
He likes to sleep with his dog, see.....so I got a card with a dog on it.
You like?"
Me: "um...sure."
7 comments:
Good for your little cousin!
He likes dogs!
Oh, I've had those conversations before. Just like that.
I also wish I'd gone to trade school :)
I want to attend the graduation party.
I wonder what sort of card your mother got you when you graduated?
Is he cute?
Is Trey going to Glitteous Trade School on the Bayou? Would you know Trey if he walked past you on the way to the Po' Boy Samich Shoppe?
david: he is...thank god.
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