Dylan was horrified and being an only child of course there was no other person to blame for the action so he told his mom that he in fact didn't kick his Father. Stimpy the cat was indeed the culpret. Dylan went on to say that his mother should tell me that the cat had done it and the Easter Bunny shouldn't bring anything for him instead.
After Dylan insisted on this several times he asked to speak with me.
DYLAN: "Hello, Dackie?"
ME: "Hi Dylan!"
DYLAN: "Tell the Easter Bunny that the cat did it O'Tay?"
ME: "How did your cat kick your dad? My cat can only scratch and bite."
DYLAN: "Well, my cat can kick."
ME: "Are you sure?"
DYLAN: "Yup."
ME: "Okay, so you are sure that you didn't kick your dad?"
DYLAN: "Uh-huh. You tell the Easter Bunny that my cat did it. O'Tay? O'Tay. See you tomorrow, bye bye."
Wouldn't this be great reading material for when he is older and his girlfriend is over for a visit?
.:::Kid Was Blabbin':::.
If you were me....
And I was you. What would be different?
.:::Kid Was Blabbin':::.
SCREW THIS DIET I LOOK GOOD!!
FUNNY!!!
Thanks Mark for sending a miserable dieter a light at the end of the tunnel. *snicker*
.:::Kid Was Blabbin':::.
An ode to the 'lil big guy.....
Dear Penis.....





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