"How can my little, short hairs plug the drain?" he asked. "It must be the combination of your long hair and my little, short hairs." He holds his fingers apart to convince me how innocuous the length of his hairs are.
"I'm going to the store to buy Drano!" he announced.
I checked the drain and found a random piece of plastic under all his (little, short) hairs.
(Sometimes I mistakenly blame him for stuff, too.)
Is tyrannosaurus still fearsome if he has feathers?
Are the rubbery-skinned dinosaur toys about to become a collector's item?
Why do they call it an egg hunt when the eggs don't run away?
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I need to go pull it out of the recycle bin and cross my fingers that there are unsubscribe directions SOMEWHERE in there.