Friday, June 3, 2011

Sweet, Sweet Alcohol

 One time, instead of sending Jacob straight to bed after a little over-indulgence, I got out the laptop and recorded his every word.

“You’re rude and you’re mentally against progress.”

“Maybe I dibabadibend”

“I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow…woooooowowowowoowowwooo"

“Neebee little lamb…wipe you with a thing. Free have the food you bring.”

“Linus, I don’t care for this. No, I see you being snotty. NO.

“Give me one one-hundreth of a second..”

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