That's Not a Couple

[Handing out fruit snacks]

B: You can only have a couple?


H: That’s not a couple. I have one, two, three, four five.

B: How many do you want?

H: Six!

B: Ok, here.


H: One, two, three, four, five, six.

My Mail

Hailey grabbed an envelope from the stack of mail and insists that it is hers, she says that the address says to Hailey and Katie. I give her the mail and let her play with it, it is junk correspondence anyway.

D: Hailey, lets go upstairs. Bring your mail.

H: It’s my mail though. It’s not for the machine.

Maybe I shred too much mail when Hailey knows that all the mail that goes into my office goes into the shredder?