Maura was sitting on the bed watching Roger and me flirt with each other.
Roger: Don't touch me! (playfully slapping my hand away)
Me: Oh...you like it when I touch you. (Putting my finger on his back defiantly.) Touching...can't be mad. Touching...can't be mad.
Maura: You know that you are totally gross, right?
Me: We aren't gross. We aren't doing anything.
Maura: I know what you are talking about doing and you are totally gross.
Me: We aren't TALKING about anything.
Maura: You two are so gross. You are gross all the time. (Hands on her hips.) You were gross ten years ago.
Me: Well, only twice....that you can prove.
Maura (is hysterical giggles): OH MY GOD! YOU ARE SO NASTY! You are both so totally gross! MY EYES! MY EYES!
Roger: What do you mean your eyes? You aren't seeing anything...shouldn't you be saying "my ears"?
Me (to Roger): I guess they are teaching Sex Ed this week at school.
Maura (in another round of hysterical giggles): MY EARS! MY EARS! OH MY GOD! DON'T EVEN SAY THAT WORD! MY PARENTS ARE SO GROSS! YOU ARE SO EMBARASSING!
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