Clocks Everywhere
04
August
Jack: Hey Nate (Agalia’s friend). Watch this. Leans toward fly sitting between Nate and Jack on picnic table bench, claps hands above it and kills it. (Damn skippy.) Ta-da. Dead fly.
Nate: Ooooh.
Jack: Diane, can you pass me the hand sanitizer?
Agalia: Why do you need sandityzer, Dad?
Jack: Remember how we talked about flies, and how they sometimes walk on dog poop while they eat it? I want to clean my hands so I don’t get any germs from the fly.
Agalia: Well, what if I poop in their mouths? Right in the flies’ mouths? Then they wouldn’t have to walk in it.
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Diane: Hey Agalia, can you tell Dad where we went today?
Agalia: Uh, sure. Ummm….
Diane: (hint) Where we went we heard a moo.
Agalia: Umm. The Mooseum?
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Jack: When I was a teenager, I used to have a paper route. Actually, I had two - one daily paper and one weekly.
Agalia: Oh yeah? When I was little, I had TWENTY paper routes!
Jack: Reeeelly. How’d you find the time to deliver the papers for all those paper routes?
Agalia: Oh, there were clocks everywhere.
1. tysdaddy | August 5th, 2008 at 8:59 pm
She has quite a sense of humor, that one.
Reminds me of my son when he was eight or so. Since no child should live another day without seeing Monty Python’s Holy Grail, we had spent an evening checking it out. Then a few months later we picked up The Two Towers. During the scene where King Theodin is burying his son, my son out of nowhere says, “Clang! Bring out yer dead!”
I lost it . . .