Joe and I made up a game to practice our French numbers, which aren't very good. After playing on and off all day...
Nicolas: Joe, let's play again. Give me some noombers.
Joe: Noombers?
Nicolas: Buh...
Joe: We've a long way to go.
On the train...
Joe: Check that out! That building has the name printed on the side and they're actually called "Potato Masters". I am going to make a company called "Gravy Gurus" and place our headquarters next door. Everyone who sees it will give me money for making their lives so much better.
In Belgium...
Nicolas: That's the office we want, the one that says "Toerisme"
Joe: I don't know. Does that mean "tourism" or "terrorism"?
At lunch...
Nicolas: Joe, you're making a mess with that sandwich.
Joe: Naw, I am fine.
Nicolas: You got sauce all over your lap!
Joe: No, I didn't. I must've peed my pants.
At a concert:
Nicolas: Can you believe this singer? His face expressions? Like some loser lounge singer.
Joe: I give him an 'A' for feeling.
At the park...
Nicolas: Joe, check it out! A skunk!
Joe: I don't believe you.
Nicolas: No! It's right there! I just saw it move!
Joe: I gotta see this.
Nicolas: See! Right there! It's...oh...nevermind. It's not a skunk.
Joe: Those are four birds.
Nicolas: They look like a skunk! They are black and white!
Joe: You, my friend, will not make it in the wild. Noombers.
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