little tobin: well, HELLOOOO red boots! fancy, fancy, fancy…
daughter: do they look whorey?
little tobin: slightly…
daughter: that works…
little tobin: did you get me a pair too?!
little tobin: hey!… why do you have underwear in your purse?!
daughter: actually they are yours…
little tobin: excussseee me?! well now this is even weirder than first suspected.
MRI lady: ok, you just have to put these pants on then we’ll be good to get started…
little tobin: what pants? are they flashy?
MRI lady: excuse me?
daughter: cool? sassy? trendy? got some personality? she’s a fashion plate…
little tobin: yeah, something snazzy...
MRI lady: here ya go (tossing what looks like a tarps worth of mint green pant)
little tobin: nope – sorry, not at all what we were talking about… she has got to be kiddin’ me?…
(and the stand-off begins… at midnight, in the MRI room, on a work night)
little tobin: that top is SO cute! where’d ya get it?
daughter: forever 21…
little tobin: (somewhat spitting out her ginger ale from laughter) my god you are delusional!
little tobin: hey how does this look? (completely serious look on her face)
daughter: you have no pants on…
little tobin: so, what does that matter? just come on, how does it look? (doing a half spin sort of move, still with no pants)
daughter: stop! can’t judge without the full outfit, put some freakin’ pants on.
little tobin: maybe this IS the full outfit.
daughter: oh god!
little tobin: how do my eyebrows look?
daughter: (long perplexed pause)
little tobin: i enhanced them with liner…
daughter: oh right. yes, i would have never known.
little tobin: jerk.
little tobin: are you wearing that?
daughter: (dressed in what i thought was appropriate attire to sit in WAITING ROOMS!)
yeah, what the heck is wrong with this outfit?
little tobin: well I know you can look better. and we will be around doctors… just sayin’
daughter: oh my god, are you trying to pimp me out to your doctor!?
little tobin: i did not say that! – but you know, a little lipstick never hurts…
little tobin: hey do you know about this thing called skypers?
daughter: if you are talking about skype, then yup.
little tobin: yeah exactly. Do you have to wear pants on skypers?
daughter: who the hell are you skyping?
little tobin: what does that matter!?… a friend, if you must know.
daughter: why you being so cagey?
little tobin: just answer the question! pants or not?
daughter: depends on the friend! HEHEHE!
little tobin: oh jesus, come on!… grrrrrrrrr.
daughter: hey so during the fashion show can you wear your shirt, mingle in the crowd and pass out cards?
little tobin: my card? retired social worker at your service!
daughter: yes your card, OH MY GOD – NO! MY cards!
little tobin: i’m KIDDING! get a grip.. jeezz can’t even joke.