I did not see that ending coming

October 23, 2012 @ 2:46 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up

The girls told me they’d seen a dead opossum on their walk.

“It was so sad, Mom. Just lying there.”

[sorrowful pause]

“So we named it Commander O’Possum. He was Irish, you see.”


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  1. One afternoon I was driving a passel of boys somewhere. Out of nowhere, a squirrel darted out from shrubbery and HURLED HIMSELF under the wheels of my car (to my shrieking dismay). The only thing that could have made this worse? The second squirrel, frozen, watching us from the side of the road.

    The second child (following my stricken gaze) immediately pipes up, “That’s Tony. You just killed his best friend. Also, Tony. Because all squirrels are named Tony.”

  2. I love your girls. How long till this story shows up in a Thicklebit?

  3. *shrieking with laughter*
    Yes, they named the dead Irish opossum. As one does…

  4. Oh! lol! I’m not quite sure whether to laugh or cry! I’ll laugh! : )

  5. **giggle-snort**

    Also: I think our children must be related.

  6. Irish, eh? Well-read girls you’ve got there.