*at my boyfriend's house talking about dogs*
His dad: yeah, that dog just wasn't thriving in the home it was in before.
Kristian: driving? Why would the dog be driving?
His mom: yeah Kristian, why WOULD the dog be driving?
His brother: Dad said "thriving," not "driving."
Kristian: he said driving. Dogs don't drive.
His dad: whoa, they don't? Really? *smirk*
His mom: honey, I really hope that dog doesn't drive. Or any dog.
His brother: HE SAID THRIVING.
Me: *leans over and whispers* I really don't think he said driving.
Kristain: HE SAID DRIVING. DOGS DON'T DRIVE.
His mom: good job! I'm really glad you figured that out!
His brother: YO! KRISTIAN HE SAID THRIVING. NOT DRIVING. DOGS DO NOT DRIVE. THRIVING. NOT DRIVING.
His dad: William's right. I did say thriving. Not driving.
Kristian: *quietly* it sounded like driving...
His mom: OK. LET IT GO NOW. THRIVING. THRIIIIVING.
His older brother: hey. You're girlfriend is here. Just shut up.