An excerpt from a conversation Fuzzy and I had today:
Fuzzy: I HATE PEOPLE.
Me: ME TOO.
(Later in the day:)
Fuzzy: *is going by your area
Me: Not actually home yet, but *waves!
Fuzzy: I see the foam finger.
Me: XD! You must not be people.
Fuzzy: I’m a little red alien.
Me: Why must you be alien? Be mushroom!
Fuzzy: But mushrooms don’t like rocks.*
Me: Lichen, then. They break mean, big rock into little pet rock.
Fuzzy: But lichen aren’t red!
Me: AND they are not people. AND lichen are survivors! They don’t need educationing. THEY’re built smart!
Fuzzy: Fine. I’m a lichen that absorbed orange fluor.
Me: You’re mutant, carotene-producing, cool-as-HECK lichen.
Me: Can Kris Allen be lichen, too? (For perspective: I was listening to his music at the time.)
Me: He can be a different colour. Blue? He reminds me of blue.
Fuzzy: Okay. And Adam** can be a black rock with glitter.
Me: Adam is a Rock God. Gettit? 😀
Confession: I am equal-parts embarrassed and amused by this.
*Er, I designated myself Fuzzy’s pet rock.
**Lambert, of course.