December 2008
6 posts
Casey is more of a dog than Bebe. . .
[at Dad who is cross-country skiing in our front yard]
Casey: Look Bebe - it's Dad. Bark at him!
Bebe: [blink]
Casey: He's attacking!
Bebe: [blink]
Casey: Arf! Woof!
Bebe: [blink]
Discussing the "air"
Mom: Up in the atmosphere. Up where the air is CLEAR!
Casey: Yeah, you know who wrote that?
Mom: Mary Poppins.
Casey: Yeah, and she was a crack ho [ho ho].
“The world is your goofy oyster!”
– My slightly insane mother
Convincing dad to go to Delaware. . .
Dad: No, I'm not going to Delaware.
Casey: Mom, use your powers of persuasion! Dad is the head but you are the neck and can turn the head!
Mom: I'm in a neckbrace.
“And will you succeed?
Yes! You will indeed!
[98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.]”
– Dr. Seuss
Why converge when you can diverge?