Chapter 1. Miriam.
My sister Beccah kept blinking as I tried to take a photo of her. She remarked how interesting that was, as she was telling a made up story at the time and “you know they say that you blink more when you’re lying.”
A few minutes later she noticed Miriam’s eyes watering as Miriam stared unblinkingly. “Miriam, what’s wrong?”
Miriam: “I’m not trying to stare, I’m just trying to be honest!”
Chapter 2. Jireh.
Jireh (to Auntie Esther): “I’m a child, and you’re a dolt.”
Esther: “A dolt? Really?”
Jireh: “Yes, a big one.”
Esther [biting her lip so as not to burst out laughing]: “What do you mean? How do you know?”
Jireh: “Well, you’re not a child, and you grew up, so now you’re a dolt.”
Chapter 3. Soren.
My grandma: “Good morning, Buster, how are you today?”
Soren: “Please don’t call me Buster anymore.”
Grandma: “Well, I guess I could just call you ‘young man,’ that’s what you are.”
Soren [thinks a moment]: “OK, you can call me Buster.”