March 4, 2014 @ 7:43 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Huck, apropos of nothing and in a voice of great urgency: “How old do I have to be?”
Me: “For what?”
Huck: “To get the remote and to cross the street by myself.”
Ah yes, the important stuff.
I Can’t Keep Up
Poking the bear
Feels that Way Sometimes, Doesn’t It?
Guess How Much I Love You, the Rilla Version
Six of one, half dozen of the other