Saturday, July 18, 2009

Apples of gold?

Youngest Daughter was doing the dishes and complaining about my and Youngest Son's puns. I shouldered the sledge hammer I'd been sinking posts with, came up beside her, and said "You've been griping about my puns. Do you want to see me all angry and Thor?"

She spent the next two minutes sputtering about the unfairness of puns.

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