Jack: I tasted blood today in gym. Or P.E. as I like to call it.
me: You’re a funny kid you know that? Blood again huh?
Jack: After running 50 laps around the gym you’d taste blood too.
me: Yeah, 50 is a lot. You sure it was 50?
Jack: Of course I’m sure…I’m great at math!!
me: Oh, well, maybe you could ask your gym teacher to cut it back to 40 laps or something?
Jack: He doesn’t even listen to us! Even if I called him on the phone he wouldn’t listen! What am I supposed to do, dial his number and say “congratulations you’re an idiot”?
me: Heyyyyy! Don’t get crazy here…
Jack: See what I mean? It’s just craaaazy in gym. Now you understand me.