Sister, in hysterics by the Christmas tree: "Spider! Spider! Spider! There's a spider in here!"
Me, from the kitchen and before coffee: "Then get a shoe and kill it."
Sister, in continued hysterics: "Tank! Get a shoe, and kill the spider!"
Tank, thoughtfully and calmly, kneeling by the tree: "I can't kilw da pidew. He mah fwiend. He wanna see da Chwiss-mash twee."
Merry Chwiss-mash Little Pidew.
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