an IM session with Middle in which my parenting skills are in full force

it begins with a squabble over Middle's choice of font size, which is impossible to read...

9:22 PM

M: better?

BB: YES

BB: WHAT


M: hey and yeah i'm taking a shower soon, but S wants me to go with her and her friend to a faire (did i spell that right) tomorrow

BB: WHERE AND HOW

M: Vanuatu, and we're getting a ride to and from

BB: FROM WHO

M: her friend, why are you typing like that?

BB: because my shift key was on, Okaay?

M: shift, you were holding it down the whole time? do you mean caps lock?

BB: yeah fine I was

M: well there ya go

BB: what faire? the rennaissannceee faire? the beer feste?

M: i dont know, she just IMed me and said, i want you to come with me to the faire tomorrow in Vanuatu. i doubt its a beer fest

BB: greased pig wrestling?

M: haha ummmmm i wouldnt even want to go to that

BB: jousting

M: yes! jousting thats the one!

BB: olde tyme

M: yeah, I guess

BB: who's driving?

M: ((there isnt really a olde tyme faire is there?)) i thought you were kidding

BB: is it at night?

M: yes

BB: oy

M: it starts around 5

BB: and? you could be home at 11?

M: i dont know, i'll call you if not

BB: I mean 6 hours is a long long time for a faire

M: yeah yeah that is a bit long

BB: yeah

BB: I suppose

M: okay

BB: you'll need some counterfeit money

BB: and a big stick

M: yes that would work

M: i was thinking i would just bring the hand gun

BB: and some mutton

M: mutton ?

BB: yeah...it's like lamb

M: ooooh right

BB: ok

M: why would i need that?

BB: they trade MEAT at faires

M: hahahahaha

M: i seriously just laughed a little

M: "what do you got?" "just some ground beef man"

BB: yeah, see, but if you have MUTTON, well, that would be worth, like, cotton candy - or a zepole.

M: i guess

BB: okay...think I'll sign out now.

M: ooook