A memorable post-fireworks highlight.
I was driving in my car with my friend and her 7 year old man child. It unfolds as follows . . .
Adult chatter,
Child pipes up: I thought I might have got a bug in my mouth. Silence. (deep in thought, maybe?)
Me: Oh yeah? But now you don't think so? Silence.
Adult chatter resumes.
Child: I DID get a bug in my mouth. Blech! Sputter! Yuck!
Friend/Mom: At least you didn't swallow it, then there is no way to get rid of it!
Continued chatter about ways to get rid of it, not to be described here . . .
Child: It could be my body pet.
"It's not ringworm, it's my pet fungus, Ralph!"
"It's Terry the tapeworm!"
I think I'll avoid body pets.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Memorable moment.
From the mouth of A at 1:50 AM
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5 are still reading for some reason . . .:
slackergirl. i'll be waiting. still.
Terry the Tapeworm? How about Peter the Parasite?
Or...Freddy the Fluke. Amos the Amoeba... Donald Dysentery...
Sounds like my house. :P
Larry the Louse.
Hey, notice all these pests are male which is good because females will lay a billion eggs!
I'm partial to Franky the Fungi, myself!
Gretchen: If only you could see my house! It always baffles me how quickly it all gets out of hand! But for me we'd have to add Carson the Carpenter Ant, too . . . yuck! Or is it just that your family likes to sit around and name their own body pets? :)
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