Yesterday after school, after Thomas got a bottle of grape juice to drink, we had the following conversation:
Me: "I'm surprised you like grape juice. I think it's too sweet."
Thomas: "I've found that there is a time and a place for everything. Right now is the time for grape juice."
Me: "What about dog poop? When and where is the time and place for eating that?"
Thomas (without a pause): "If someone was threatening to blow up the world unless you eat dog poop."
Me: "Hmm. Yeah, I suppose so."
Don't attempt to match intellect with Thomas (especially when sleep deprived)--he'll leave you in the dust.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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There is no escape!
xM
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