Backyard play time. Quinn is around the corner of the house, screeching his Raptor Call for the sheer hell of it.
Daddy: “What are you doing, Mister Quinn?”
Quinn: “I’m making a damn racket.”
Oh. Carry on, then.
the munchkin wrangler.
a magic daycare and novel factory in upper cryogenica
That’s the funniest damn thing I’ve come across all week. Thank you.
http://www.s-anand.net/calvinandhobbes.html#19851227
:p
[...] Heh. [...]
Just so you know – this type of fun stuff will continue until the little guy grows up and moves out, and likely will keep going on, even then.
Never doubt the power of Truth.
