Little Bill

Since I’ve worked twelve hour days for the last four days (yes, it’s Monday) and my brain is too frazzled to put together a coherent thought, I leave you with the following chat transcript:

Alexis: You’d smack me if you knew what my grades are. I’m getting 2 Bs and that’s bad. You’d just roll your eyes at me.

Little Bill: Nah. I was a 4.0 student when I was in school

Alexis: Yeah but you’re way smarter than me.

Little Bill: It was art school.

Alexis: I feel like you say “it was an art school” a lot. What do you mean when you use that term?

Little Bill: What I mean is: it had nothing to do with smarts so much as it had to do with artistic talent.

Little Bill: So by my saying I was a 4.0 student and you saying I’m smart — not that I dispute that — I think is a moot point

Alexis: Interesting. You’re very literal sometimes.

Little Bill: I’m just as much an artist as I am a nerd/scientist type.

Alexis: Is there anything you aren’t good at?

Little Bill: Basketball.

Alexis: hahahaha.