From the Mouths of Babes
Oct. 30th, 2006 02:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anigoDick worked last night. He got home at 7:00 this morning and crawled into bed. About the same time The Kid got up and crawled into bed as well. We were all laying there rather dozily when Dick started telling us about his evening. He said that at 2:30 this morning he was outside washing his truck (His work is highly demanding) when he saw a guy out for a run. He said the guy was fully dressed for running, sneakers, toque, etc., and just appeared to be out for his regular run - at 2:30 in the morning. "What kind of idiot," he says, "runs at 2:30 in the morning?" Quick as a wink the Kid responds sleepily. "The same kind of idiot who washes his truck at 2:30 in the morning".
Damn, she's good! :)
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Oh, and he's bought another motorcycle.
So now the toy count is:
Trucks: 2
Four wheelers: 2
Motorcycles: 2
Maybe he's thinking that if he buys two of each he can be his own sort of Mechanical Noah and start a new world after the great flood. Somebody should tell him that motorcycles can't have babies.
Damn, she's good! :)
----
Oh, and he's bought another motorcycle.
So now the toy count is:
Trucks: 2
Four wheelers: 2
Motorcycles: 2
Maybe he's thinking that if he buys two of each he can be his own sort of Mechanical Noah and start a new world after the great flood. Somebody should tell him that motorcycles can't have babies.