Your other right

Overheard at the ball park last night.

A cell phone conversation between a mom and her 12 year old son.

Screen Saver Warning. I almost spit my Coke out laughing while listening to the conversation IRL.

Hello?
Hi sweetie.
What's for dinner?
Can you wait until I get home?
No?
Okay...well...grab a pot
Where?
Under the stove.
No not the oven, the stove.
okay...you see it?
The big tall pot.
on the right
No your other right.
Yes the big one.
Okay...fill that up two thirds with water.
No not half way....two thirds.
Okay, put that on the stove
No not the oven, the stove. The thing with the flame.
Right.
Okay...turn the flame to high.
Which way?
Turn the knob to your right.
No...your other right.
Okay put the lid on
Do you know where the fire extinguisher is?
Okay good.
Get the spaghetti sauce and pasta out of the pantry.
Where?
Spaghetti is on the top shelf on the right
Sauce is on the middle shelf on left
What?
No.
Pasta on right
Sauce on left.
It's a a big glass jar with a red label on it that says "Classico"
Got it?
No? OK..I'll wait
Got it?
No?


And here unfortunately is where the story ends.

I was laughing so hard, I had to walk away.

I put it down to comedic empathy.

This story is so ridiculously similar to any noon time call from my DH, it borders on supernatural

Hi Honey
What can you have for lunch?
Well there's leftovers on the middle shelf on the right
No...your OTHER right


Sometimes age really doesn't matter.

And as an aside...I really do appreciate that he calls me before he raids the fridge of my "planned" leftovers for dinner that night.

HEH