Conversations

Curtis: What's that stain on the bed spread?
Me: You don't want to know.
Curtis: Did Benjamin spit up.
Me: No, quit asking, you really don't want to know.
Curtis: Go ahead and just tell me.
Me: A sippy cup of milk tipped over and leaked out on the bed spread for the two weeks we were gone.
Curtis: You were right, I didn't want to know.