I've made a number of tactical parenting errors lately. Once, when Jack said, "Mom? Mom? Guess what, Mom? Guess what?", I thoughtlessly answered, "Chicken butt." I've lived to regret it.
The same thing happened last night. Someone was reciting, "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candlestick."
"...And burned his butt," I replied automatically.
I haven't heard the end of that, and now that we're watching Dot's Poetry Corner, I probably never will.
Later: Once you Dot, you can't stop.
Love the use of the Humoresque here.
Still Later: My absolute favorite. Sweden, the land of horse-meat meatballs.
"Are we dead, or is this Ohio?"
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