It’s a trap!
M: Trapezoids? Why do they not trap you even if they’re called trapezoids?
M: Trapezoids? Why do they not trap you even if they’re called trapezoids?
Miles was preparing a clementine to have for a snack. He got a little frustrated.
M:Â The trouble is the peeling will never end.
I’ve posted this elsewhere, but for my own personal records, here it is again:
I was featured as a caller-inner on A Way with Words, and this is a link to the podcast.
I’ve also perma-grabbed the mp3 in case they go out of business or something.
I was opening a package I’d gotten from UPS.
A:Â I’ll try on this dress I ordered and you can tell me if I look pretty or not.
M:Â What color is it?
A:Â Black.
M:Â Light black or dark black?
A:Â Um…dark black.
M:Â I guess it won’t be pretty then.
I tried it on, and he stuck to his guns. I’m hoping he likes it better once I’ve ironed it and added some accessories.
M:Â Hey Mommy?
A:Â Yes, honey?
M:Â Remember when you couldn’t find my red shoes, and I guessed that maybe the angels were wearing them?
Note: this is in no way macabre. I’ve just been playing Elvis Costello for him is all.
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