Friday, June 6, 2008

On the way to church, he likes to make out shapes in the clouds.


Silence.

Ian: Mom!

Me: Yea?

Ian: There's a goat!

Me: A goat? Where?

Ian: In the clouds! Oh, he's dead.

Me: ........

Ian: A dead goat.

Me: hmmmm (look at Rob)

Rob: .........(looks at me)

2 comments:

Jason said...
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Jason said...

Can you please highlight the goat for me? :P