Me (exasperated): "Baxter, please keep those hands to yourself!"
Baxter: "I am!! (pause) And Lyle's not, either!"
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Baxter (thoughtfully): "Mommy, am I allergic to poisonous gas?"
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2 comments:
Comedy writer. Put me down for "comedy writer" when you begin taking predictions for Baxter's future line of work.
Oma
Both of those lines are fantastic. I love hearing kids talk partly because they say the wackiest stuff (Julia asked me today, while she sat in the tub, "Daddy, can you put a pwate of spaghetti on a rhino?") and partly because their comments are such clear little windows into their souls. Their twisted, crazy little souls.
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