Saturday, July 3, 2010


Medium Fry: Unca D, my fumbs awre cwacked.

Hubby: They are?

Medium fry: Yes.

Hubby: Why are they cracked?

Medium Fry: Becawse dey'wre owld.

After recounting that conversation to my dad, he decided that he was going to closely monitor the state of his thumbs from now on.

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