My five year old grandson referencing his eight year old uncle, aka Colin, my son:
“Grandpa, when Colin’s 800 years old, will I be 500 years old?”
Acceptable logic for a five year old.
This next item, not so much.
Colin and I were standing fifty feet in the air waiting in line to tube down a ride at a local water park. We were all watching the clouds roll in and were listening to the thunder get closer, and remembering that all rides would be shut down when lightning is within five miles of the park.
The teenage girl behind me says to her boyfriend:
“Thunder’s not a problem. It’s only if there’s lightning that they’ll shut it down.”
I faintly heard Vizzini at that point:
“Inconceivable!”
Joel
You have to love the youth of today. Reminds me of the movie Collateral "I didn't kill him. The bullets and the fall did."
Gail and Keith
Science was not her strongest subject. Incon-theeve-ah-ble!