Guess. What.
Ethan
"Guess what."
"What."
"You're supposed to guess. You're no fun."
"Dork."
"You keep calling me that and I'll develop a complex."
"You love it." I kind of do. It's the weirdest term of endearment ever but I love the playful teasing quality to it.
"Lies. Anyway, guess."
"Fine. You win."
"I love to win."
"Okay, um, you got a new dart board?"
Why would she say that? "What? No. What's wrong with the dart board?"
"Nothing. Just, it's old, and I figured, never mind. Hmm, you got a dog."
"Nope."
"You had a good poop."
Laughing, I say, "Wow. There's really no subject off limits now, huh?"
"I admitted to my farting problem so no, we might as well lay it all out there."
"Since you clearly have no imagination, I'll go ahead and tell you. You've been invited to a par
