Conversations during a recent road trip:
Me: Would you rather eat mushrooms or cockroaches?
Ms. B.: Um . . . Wait, are the mushrooms cooked?
Me: It matters?!?!
Ms. B.: Would you rather swim with sharks or jump out of a plane?
D: Jump out of a plane.
Ms. B.: But you don’t have a parachute.
D: Oh, well, then I guess swim with sharks.
Ms. B.: But they’re really hungry.
D: Why would I want to do either of those things?
Me: I think she’s trying to ask, “Would you rather die by shark or extreme blunt force trauma.”
Ms. B.: Yeah, that’s it.
D: Would you rather be kissed by the cutest boy in school, or dance with me in front of your friends?
Ms. B.: (mumbles)
D: What was that?
Ms. B.: (grumbles)
D: I can’t hear you.
Ms. B.: (dejected) Dance with you.