Monday, July 21, 2008

Our Morning at the Playground

"Rock. Rock. Pecan. No, don't eat it. Don't eat it. Careful, there's a step there. No, don't eat it. Wanna slide? Wheee! Don't eat it. Stick. Careful, there's a step there. Don't eat it. There's still a step there. You OK? No, don't eat it. Leave your shoes on. Doggie. Doggie. Birdie. No, don't eat it. No, yucky. Want some water? No, don't eat it."


You know, if you take a kid who walks like a drunken sailor even on carpet in his bare feet, then put shoes on him and stick him in ankle-deep gravel, suddenly he's bustin' out the John Ritter pratfalls all over the place.

1 comment:

anniemcq said...

It's like a David Mamet play.

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