Nine year old: "Why is it happy-as-a-clam ?"
Me: "Don't know, maybe clams seem contented?"
Nine year old: "Well, why don't they say happy-as-a-hungry-lion-eating-a-human?"
He has a point.
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16 comments:
I love logical kids that question things.
My nickname as a child was "Spock." I took it as a comliment.
And what about Larry? Why is Larry always happy and who is he?
What a huge compliment,Fat Sparrow!!
Larry is the guy with the drug problem.
Think it should be happy as a fart in a duvet.
My six year old told me that God created the world in the 1970s because nothing ever happened then. Having grown up in the 70s he does have a point...
Now that's one happy fart!
I like your six year old. Did you point out the fashion that happened then ?
I've threatened to show him photos but I think he might be scarred by the flares...
Deeply scarred. Wise.
That is one wise 6-year-old, and 70's fashions could very well be the detritus of creation.
Fat Sparrow, if you compared the fashion of all the decades over the last two hundred years, I think the seventies would come second to last (but at least it beat the eighties).
Okay, who's been showing you pictures of me in the 80's?!
Hah!
I am on a quiet crusade to destroy all evidence that I was even around in the '80's.
I'm sure I have some photographic evidence somewhere... if only breeding hadn't forced critical parts of my memory to fall out, I'd be able to find them and embark on cyber-extortion... on second thoughts, I may also be in said photos. Perhaps I should stop now (ripping up photos of self in homemade green corduroy slacks with mustard skivvy)?
Sp8y, be very afraid, otherwise you'll find yourself embroiled in a horrible blackmail/extortion pickle.
(I, ALSO, have evidence. And when I last looked - you have more to lose if this evidence becomes publc. As you are much more important than I. * evil snigger*)
P.S. So, what do you want for Christmas?
i.
It was missing from 'public' in the last comment.
It would have been much funnier if the "L" had been missing.
Heh. If only I'd thought of that.
But I'm not very bright!
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