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Monday
Sep282009

the bomb

My oldest son vacuumed the living room without being asked.  "You're the bomb!" I told him.

"I am "the bomb"? he asked me, puzzled.  "What type of bomb am I?  Gravity-directed, AP, time, dart-bomb?"

"Um..." I was backing up now, "Uh...never mind..."

 

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That made me laugh out loud. Literally.

October 12, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterWendy Artman

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