Monday, September 13, 2010

131. Conversation

We’re in the car driving to go out to dinner when the following exchange between The Husband and our 4-year-old takes place:

Short: You’re not much smart, Pop.
The Husband: But I feel smart!
Short: Well, you don’t look it.

("Might Overhear Variations")

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