Good Morning, Mr Litre.

Haha.
When I was little, my older brother and I thought that there was this tree (that was on the back yard of our beach house thingo,) that if you didn't salute it every time you went past it, it would give you some kind of disease.
So every time we went past it, we'd go
"Good morning, Mr Litre. [lee-tr-eh or something, we made up the spelling of it, too.]
"Good afternoon, Mr Litre"
"Good evening, Mr Litre"
"Good night, Mr Litre, see you tomorrow"
And so, our lovely summer days went past, saluting Mr Litre every time we saw it, too scared that it would try to kill us if we didn't.
Haha, and for some reason, it came up in our conversation at the dinner table, and I just thought it was worth blogging, because, you know, remembering the good old times is always good, is it not?
So yes.
Well, we had quiet an interesting conversation today, we pretty much touched every subject possible (happy topics, I mean, not like fight thingos, haha).
Like, yes, at some point, dad began telling all those stories, (those ones we already know by heart, because he tells them rather often, but still, I laugh at the right spots, just so he thinks they're still funny, if you know what I mean ;p), and it was just so fun. We sat at the dinner table until 12 o'clock until my mum goes
"HOLLY COW, LOOK AT THE TIME!"
And then we quickly got up and left.
But that involved a great deal of drawing and problem solving and poop, and it was just so cool. Haha, yes. Awesome.
Well, well.
Yes.
Be gone now. ;p