Excretes and Zambonis

Monkey and I had a good time going to get her groceries this afternoon.

When I got home, Buster and Yessa were helping me put away our groceries and I was telling them a story about what the cashier at Trader Joe’s had said to me.

Buster said, “He just said all that to you for no reason?!”

And Yessa said, “Of course. Mom excretes talkability.”

She corrected herself to exudes, but both are probably correct.

In a similar vein, as Buster and I were walking into the building for his evening Japanese class (He’s giving a presentation tonight. Send him loving thoughts.), I saw the night time custodian cleaning the floors by driving the zamboni down the hallway.

“I’ll ask to drive the zamboni while you’re in class!” I said to Buster excitedly.

Apparently this isn’t what I’m “supposed” to do, so instead I have 90 minutes to write blog posts.

That almost seems more dangerous than me driving a zamboni, doesn’t it?