Driving home after dropping a friend home last night:
Me: You could just pretend I'm not here!
Andrew: But if you're not here, then there's no one to talk to, which means I'm talking to myself. If I'm talking to myself, then I must be crazy!! Crazy? I was crazy once!
Me: Haha! I can maybe agree that you're a bit crazy.
Andrew: *GASP!* I'm hearing voices and there's no one in the car with me!! Just wait until I get home to tell Liz that the car is haunted.
Me: You don't actually have to pretend that I'm not here anymore...
Andrew: The voices want me to believe that they actually exist... This is getting freaky.
Me: *rolls eyes, then rubs hand on his back, laughing* You're ridiculous.
Andrew: THE GHOST IS TOUCHING ME!!!
I, at this point, decided to have fun with the whole scenario. Putting my hand on his arm, near the elbow, I slowly moved it up to his shoulder, into his sleeve to actually touch his shoulder.
Andrew: This ghost is forward! GHOST RAPE, GHOST RAPE!!!!
That's about where I lost it.
When we got home, I raced Andrew to the door & made it in just barely ahead of him. As soon as we entered the apartment, Andrew turned to me with a completely straight, if not dramatically "traumatized", face.
Andrew: Liz, you would never believe it. I'm pretty much positive that our car is haunted.
