Eh, insert witty title here
Before I share this conversation, I need to give you some background:
#1: I’ve been doing some crying lately because that’s what happens sometimes when you have depression.
#2: I have a plushie of Hei Hei from Moana. He is my favorite. He looks like this:
So, last night in bed:
Me: You made me cry.
Cole: I did not make you cry.
Me: Fine. Hei hei made me cry.
Cole: I don’t even know if birds cry.
Me: Doves cry…
Cole: I… walked right into that, didn’t I?
Me: I even wrote a song about doves crying.
Cole: You most certainly did not write that song. If you wrote that song we would not be living in this apartment.
Me: I wrote the song but I was just bad at business.
Cole: Also, you had to be like eight years old if you wrote that song.
Me: I was four.
Cole: There are some very mature themes in that song.
Me: I WAS A PRECOCIOUS CHILD!
Cole: Go to sleep.