L: Simon! Bad dog!
Ethan: What did he do?
(Simon walks in)
Ethan: What did you do?
Simon: Absolutely NOTHING
(L stands in the door holding trash from the bin)
Simon: Honest.
Ethan: Sure.
Simon: Say dad. You should really go back to work. You’re going to get fired! Since mom quit her job, I’ve been getting yelled at a LOT more.
Ethan: Simon, we’re on vacation.
Simon No you’re not! When you go to the vacation I get dumped at grandmas and you come back smelling like strange dirts.
Ethan: I never thought you noticed
Simon: I’m man’s best friend and I will not let you throw your car-reer away just because mom quit her job.
Ethan: We’re on vacation buddy.
Simon: fine, I will rough it with you. I’m part wolf. Let’s see, My dog food is only 60 dollars. Well, I don’t know what dollars are or what it means but that sounds VERY reasonable.
Ethan: I’ll just cut out coffee instead.
Simon: Remember I need three blankets and a pillow that’s not too hot or too cold, for when you’re selling things at that thrifty fleas market.
Ethan: oh you’re a real Daniel Boone. I’ll warn the next frontier.
