Mike and King were taking turns sitting in the dog's kennel.
"Look, Mom. Now Michael and I have two homes."
King locks Mike in the kennel and says, "Michael, aren't you late for something?"
Intentional irony or accidental nonsense? I'm not sure.
It's time for school*. King picks up the dog kennel to bring it upstairs with him.
Curtis says, "No. No. No. Leave the kennel where it is."
"But it's my cage." He sounds so sad and disappointed.
"No, the cage is not for school; school is for learning."
"But I will; I will learn in the cage."
I am absolutely fascinated by the ridiculousness of this conversation.
"I said, No."
"It doesn't make sense. How can I not learn in the cage?"
"Because it's RETARDED!"
"What does retarded mean?"
I think Curtis realizes the depths to which their argument has fallen.
"It means you're not bringing it upstairs. Now get up there."
*For those of you who don't know, King is homeschooled by a tutor during the week. It's not that I wasn't willing or able to homeschool him myself, it's just that our personality traits are such that it would be a disaster if I were to do it.