Allergies

Friday Night, driving home from a March Madness get-together where we (meaning Keegan) quickly discovered our hostess had a cat:

Keegan, expertly piloting the car with his knee while simultaneously blowing his nose*: I hate cats.

Morgan: I know.

Keegan: That was worse than normal, but I could tell right when we walked in that she had a cat.

Morgan: Don't forget to take an allergy pill tomorrow before we leave for my parents**. I gotta remember too.

Keegan: I hate allergies.

Morgan, for the 359th time: You should try the neti pot. It really helps.

Keegan: That's nasty.

Morgan: I know it is. But, it HELPS.

Keegan, with joy: I'll use the neti pot if I can have a Coke.

Morgan, reluctant: Ok.

Keegan: And YOU have to go to the store and get it.

Morgan: Ok. But YOU have to actualy try. YOU can't half-ass the neti pot just to get a Coke.

Keegan: Ok.

Morgan, reflecting: Our kids are screwed.





*It's ok, Mom, we were on residential streets.
**They live in the grass seed producing capital of the world.