Monday, June 25, 2007

WHO SAYS THE SWORD AIN'T MIGHTY???


"Santiago?" I call from the kitchen window.

"Yes, Mom?" he answers without turning around.
"What are you doing, Bubba?"

"Nothing."

[uh-huh. the mischief maker's tell.]

"Santiago Gael, please tell me what you're up to," I insist.

[Slowly. He. Turns. Around.]

With a whimper, he struggles with his waistband, tugging and pulling, and getting visibly more frustrated by the second when suddenly he screams...

"I JUST CAN'T KEEP MY SWORD IN MY PANTS!!!!"

[No, no, no! This is NOT a sign of things to come!!!]

[And get your minds out of the gutter, people. He's only four! It was a real plastic sword he was trying to hook onto his belt loop, for crisakes!]

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