Mom: Well this is ridiculous. Move over you girls.  Come on Dad, this baby needs food.

Dad: Honey, you’re the world’s best cook, but food doesn’t cure everything.

Mom: Never you mind, I think this calls for pizza!

Dad: Oh well…….. in THAT case…with anchovies!!

 

Mom: That’s better, now what's the problem, dear?

Laurel: Well, I’ve never been away from home before.  I’ll be all alone in this box for days and days. I might get…. scared.

Dad: Baby, nothing to be afraid of. You’ll be wrapped in the finest bubble wrap we can find.

 

Dad:  I’d go with you but I can’t stand going that long without a smoke. You don’t want me to burn you up, do you? Plastic makes one heck of a stink.

Laurel: That’s ok Dad, it will be good to get away from your smoke. :) I’ll miss you though.

 

Mom: Never mind your Father, Honey Bun. He’s just teasing.  Here, eat this pizza up then have some pop-corn. I’m sure you’ll feel better.

Laurel thinks: Look at that guy, he even smokes in here.

 

Mom: Isn’t this lovely? A pizza party in a box. Sounds like a great slogan for a Pizza franchise.

Laurel:  Thanks Mom, I’m going to miss you.

Dad:  I’m going to miss you little girl. Who’s going to bring my slippers?

Laurel: Very funny Dad, you don’t have any slippers.

Dad: But if I did, I would.

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