Setting: Little Red's choir concert last night, sitting in the fourth row back with Red and Thing #1 on one side of me and Thing #2 on the other. In between two songs was this little exchange.
Thing #2: (whispering) I'm really hungry. Can I go get something out of the vending machine?
Me: (whispering) No. They won't let you leave in the middle of a performance, and I don't have any money on me anyway.
Thing #2: We could cut off your beard and dye it green. That would fool the machine.
Me: I don't think that would work so well...and I like my beard, thanks very much.
Thing #2: Your breath stinks a lot.
Me: That's because I didn't get a chance to brush my teeth since lunchtime.
Thing #2: You're a very gross man.
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