Bees

Harry: True of false; bumblebees' nests die out at the end of each summer?

Kester: Uh...I don't know...false?

Harry: True! Man, you know next to nothing about bees.

Love and Truth

Rachel: I love this game.

Harry: Loving a person is good, loving a video game is gross.

Rachel: Hey, that's pretty good.

Harry: I just now made it up, so it might not be true.

Who Says?

Harry: Simon says...
Kester: I don't listen to what Simon says.
Harry: OK, Harrison says...
Kester: I don't have to do what Harry says.
(pause)
Harry: I know! Rachel says...

Did You Hear That?

Harry: Did you hear that?

Kester: No.

Harry: You're going to smell it in a second.

0 Comments

Harry (looking over my shoulder at my blog): All your things have zero comments...I guess they're not good.

Mom's Job

Kester: Hey, why are you just sitting here? I thought I told you to clean. (jokey giant voice) In fact now I want you to CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE!

Harry: That's mom's job.

Kester: (looking from Harry to Rachel and back) Ohhh...son...nooooo

The Smiths

Harry: When I get really good at the piano, you and me should start a band.

Kester: Sounds good. What will we call it?

Harry: The Smiths!

Kester: I think that one's already taken.

Harry: By WHO?!