While riding on a big, swinging seahorse at the RenFest:
R: "My nuts have no gravity!"
In church yesterday:
Me: "Isn't that music pretty?"
R: "How can music be pretty? It has no image!"
In the car this weekend, talking about his stuffed animals:
R: "My stuffed animals hate me."
Me: "How do you know? Did they tell you?"
R: "No, they can't talk."
Me: "Well, then how can you tell they hate you?"
R: "Because of their ATTITUDES. And their MOTIONS. And their ACTIONS."
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I love it!
Duh! What are you thinking! Of course they can't talk!
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