Thursday. Trash is out at the curb and I’m just poking around the internet. Here goes.
A true-life conversation betwixt my daughter and I, circa a week or so ago:
Enter Dave, father to almost-three-year-old Keaton, fresh out of work and walking through the door. Keaton looks up from her playing and runs to greet him with a hug.
Dave: “Hi Keaton! How are you?”
Keaton: “Good!”
Dave: “How was your day?”
Keaton: “Good. I played.”
Dave: “You played? Wow! That sounds fun! Did you go to the kids club at the gym?”
Keaton: “Yeah I did!”
Dave: “Did you play with the other kids?”
Keaton: “Yeah, I did…. but… they were mean!”
Dave: “They were mean?! What did they do?”
Keaton: “Umm… I took their toys!”
Dave: “You took their toys?”
Keaton: “Yeah!”
Dave: “Sounds like they were sad, and you were mean!”
Keaton: “No. They were mean.”
Dave: “Yeah… wonder why….”
Ha! Goodnight.
Also written on this day...
- snack-a-cheerios - 2008
- the liberated vandal - 2007
- put on some king crimson - 2004