Lil' Baby AB

So Amber asks me the other day, "Can you inherit weirdness?"
To which I reply, "Do you mean is 'weirdness' genetic?"
She says, "Yeah, is it in your genes?"
I say, "No. I think it's environment on that one."
Amber again, "You mean it's, like, learned."
As I was saying "yeah," she kind of realized that she's fucked both ways.

She was cleaning the racks to the oven and when she was done she asks me if she should just put them back in the oven. I said, "Sure, what else would you do with them?" She says, "Well I didn't know. I thought they might cause a fire or something as they dry."

Amber let's me know she hates the new floor.
"I hate the new floor," she says. "It's too slick."
"Slicker than what?" I ask.
"Slicker than everybody else's floor," she relates.
I ask, "How would you know? Do you go over to your friends' houses and stand around admiring their floors?"
"No," she says, " I look at their silverware and ovens, but not the floors."