"Where the hell are the Plain M&Ms?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"That's okay, I ate like half the bag yesterday."
"I ate the other half today."
"All that's left are Peanut ones, and I don't like those."
"Me neither, so I'm safe."
"Unless the situation is really desperate..."
"Well yeah, me too..."
"...then I eat the chocolate off then throw the peanut away."
"...I've done that."
"But I don't like to do it when people are around."
"Only at night when you're here alone?"
"Well, let's just say that if you come in tomorrow and this bag is half-empty, you'll know why."
"Desperate times call for desperate measures."
"I think your pants are too big."
"Well no. See, they can't be called too big, because they're too short. But they can't be called too small, because they're so baggy around the thighs. Really they're just... ill-fitting."
"Okay... um... Why are you wearing them again?"
"Because nothing else fits!"
"I'm not convinced these fit either."
There is a kids' learn-to-skate class that is taught at the same time as when I skate on my lunch hour. These are snippets I heard from children as they entered my ice arena today.
Little boy, rushing up to the first adult he sees and shouting: "It's my BIRTHDAY today!"
Two little girls enter together, and one is telling the other matter-of-factly, "The beaver saw his shadow today, so it will be winter awhile longer."
Little boy shouts across the room to another child just entering, "Allen, this is AWESOME. I got TWO gumballs!"