Jaws: Ine eeding gass.
NSG: Don't eat grass.
Jaws: (looks at me consideringly from under her eyebrows, puckers her lips and chews thoughtfully.)
NSG: Go spit it out in the garbage.
Jaws: Ine Eeding! (Gives an emphatic nod; then in an extremely dignified manner, walks back outside.)
Well, all right, then.
2 comments:
You're a good mom :)
we produce so much of it, why shouldn't we be able to eat it...i asked my high priests in camp meeting, if i could tear up my lawn and put in rice, and one sanpeter, said that the city wouldn't let me...
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