"Nervous? Why on earth should you be nervous?"
"Because YOU make me that way."
"Me? How on earth do I make you nervous?"
"Oh, by the way you're always asking me questions."
"Questions? What sort of questions?"
"I don't know. Just questions."
"Well, they must be certain types of questions to make you bite your nails."
"Oh I guess so."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What sort of questions?"
"The type I don't know how to answer."
"What sort are they?"
"Oh I don't know."
"Come on. You MUST know."
"Why must I?"
"Because they're the type that makes you bite your nails."
"Are they?"
"Yes of course they are!!!"
"How on earth do you know?"
"Good grief!!"
"What do you mean Good Grief?"
"Oh I don't know."
"Come on! You MUST know!"
"Must I?"
"Yes of course you must!"
"What must I know?"
"Why YOU tell ME that I'm biting MY nails when YOU'RE biting YOURS!"
"Oh."
"Well com on. Why ARE you biting your nails?"
"Because I'm nervous......."
I can hear Mum's voice while I'm reading this. I like this because it reminds me of Mum's sense of humour. I was (am) a nail biter. Maybe this is a play on a conversation we had when I was a teenager. It reeks of talking to a teenager. Its also a bit like posting hilarious interactions with children on Facebook. Enjoy.
