We started this new tradition of having dinner together. This was just not our thing. However, it is wonderful if it is just Donny, Linnea, Jacoby and I.
The rules are: Everybody has to say something about their day. Everybody has to listen to the others talk. In the end everybody has to ask a question about the world.
Linnea hit off the first couple of nights by asking:
- Are all stars suns?
- How many days since you were five years old?
- How old is God?
- Would you have enough time to count to one hundred trillions before you die if you spoke it out loud?
- Why are you sometimes angry at me and sometimes you feel sorry for the same thing?