Wednesday, March 7, 2012

With a Shiny Duck

Tonight, during dinner, Hubby and the Fries were discussing heaven.

They were in the kitchen.

I'm in the den, desperately hoping that I can finish what work I need to do so I can take myself and my poor aching head off to bed.

He comes in and relates this story:

Large Fry:  Daddy, do giants live up in the sky?  In a castle?  With a shiny duck?

Hubby [momentarily bewildered]: You mean the golden goose?

Large: Yeah!

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