Munchkin: poppie’s asleep in the truck
Me: that’s ok. Just as he’s not dead in the truck we’re ok
Mo: well if so we could just drive by a hospital, open the door, and push him out
Me: like in whatever movie that was. Well, if he was, that would be a little to griswaldy for me.
Hubster: or it would be like weekend at Bernie’s
*pulling up to stop light & poppie moves*
Munchkin: he’s not dead.