Abigail: Would you like the Grand Tour of the House?
me: Oh yes please.
Abigail:  Now, what order SHALL we do it in? Bottom to top or top to bottom?
me: Well, we're AT the bottom, so we may as well go bottom to top.
Abigail: Oh right, yes. Well this is the foyer, and this is the schoolroom --
Emma: Where we do school.
Abigail: -- and this is the dining room--
Emma: Where we dine.
You can imagine the rest of the tour. 
*talking of a mutual acquaintance*
Andrew: ...I didn't see him around much last semester. He wasn't in my Greek class for that semester.
me: Oh. *realizes a minute later* He was in England last semester.
Andrew: That's probably why he wasn't in my class.
me: It's probably why you didn't see much of him, either. 
Ataralasse: Zach, are you coming to the youth rally?
Zach: WHAT youth rally?
me: *throws shoe at Nathaniel*
Nathaniel: *kicks shoe back at me without flinching*
me: I KNEW that I could throw that at you, and it wouldn't be a problem. Most guys I know would probably get hit by it, and then I'd feel bad. 
After I said that I'm hoping to go to China, and that should improve my Chinese...
Andrew: I'm hoping to go to Scotland my senior year. To brush up on my English.
Dr. C: Pardon me? Did you just say that you want to go to Scotland to brush up on your ENGLISH?
Elizabeth: Katie, you may as well lay off with that weapon. It really doesn't seem to be making much of an impression.
*Katie stops banging Nathaniel with pillow*
Atanvarne: Andrew, make your face.
Andrew: What face?
Atanvarne: YOU know.
Andrew: Oh, THAT face! *makes face*
Atanvarne: *sighs* Oh, never mind. You can't really see his scar on his eyebrow that well.
Andrew: Is THAT what you wanted to see? *shows off scar*
Ataralasse: How'd you get that? Did Judah do it?
Andrew: O_o O_o 
Maybe I should explain that Judah and Andrew get along something like this:  or even this:  They're best friends. *coughs* *changes subject*
Abigail: Does anyone want a pear? *brings back four pears*
me: *takes huge bite* *tiny dent appears in pear* Wow! These are hard! Like a rock!
Ataralasse: *takes bite* Ouch! These are really hard!
Atanvarne: If you don't want it, throw it out the window.
... sure hope no one was standing there...
 *innocent whistle*
me: Next year, we'll try to have the guys not pummel you so badly at soccer.
Jesse: Yeah. That is NOT happening again. I'll be faster next year.
me: O_o Did I forget to tell you that day that we were actually playing RUGBY? Oops.
Jesse: Ah. 
Andrew: Well, I guess I did manage to start one or two things that year at camp...
me: Yeah, just like, painting and cheering and awesome SKITS!
Andrew: *evil grin*
Zach: I need new shoes.
me: O_o *that's random!*
Zach: These are falling apart.
me: ...ok...
Zach: Hey, it's not my fault!
me: Well, whose fault is it? Jesse's?
me: And did you ask him -- oh wait, did I put that in my letter? I can't remember. *picks up letter which I sent to Atanvarne and starts reading through it*
Atanvarne: *indignantly* EXCUSE ME!! That's my personal mail!
Andrew: *lets me look at his Greek New Testament*
me: I have a Chinese one... and a Russian one... and I had a Spanish one, but I can't find it.
Andrew: You sound just like the kids in my apartment. It's like, "Can I borrow a Bible?" and they go digging through their backpacks... "Here's my Greek one... and here's my Hebrew one; and here's my Hawaiian one... Sorry, no English ones today!"
Elizabeth: You wouldn't believe the things we do to Nathaniel when he's sleeping...
me: But have you painted his fingernails?
Elizabeth:  Wow...
Nathaniel: 
me: Whoops... I think Nathaniel is sorry that I came.
Nathaniel: I'll just lock my door.
Elizabeth: Do you really think that can keep me out?
me: .. they all think I'm as innocent as anything... 
Mahtaliel: You mean you aren't?
both of us:
So innocent. Right. *coughs*
*evil grin*
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