Kids

A 14-year old boy and a 22-year old girl in the tram on the way back from school.

Boy: Hey, do you have a smoke? *puffs*

Girl: Excuse me?

Boy: Heh heh. I'm just kidding. *pulls girl's hand*

Boy: Oh my God, are you double jointed or something? *bends girl's thumb backwards*

Girl: No, I guess I'm just flexible.

Boy: Wow, that's amazing *tries to bend own thumb while squinting*. My hands are dirty because I was gardening.

Girl: Oh, where? *bends boy's thumb a couple of times*

Boy: In school. Wait, where are you from?

Girl: Where do you want me to come from?

Boy: Hmmm. America?

Girl: Okay then, America it is.

Boy: But you look Chinese?

Girl: Why can't Chinese people be Americans?

Boy: So you are Chinese?

Girl: Well, I could be Korean or Indonesian.

Boy: Ah, you're Indonesian! Okay, speak something Indonesian.

Girl: Selamat pagi. Okay run along now.

Talkative little rascals make me smile.