Thursday, August 26, 2010

MY SON IS A SMUGGLER

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"Santiago?!"

"Yes, ma'm?"

"What are you doing?"

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"Nothing, Mama."

"Eyes closed. Head on pillow. Go. To. Sleep."

"Yes, ma'm."

[silence]

[silence]

[silence]

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[click...

[TROMP, TROMP, TROMP]

"Santiago Gaèl, what are you doing?!"

"Mama! You scared me! Nothing!"

"What do you have there?"

"Nothing."

"What do you have there that you shoved under the blankets with your left hand as soon as I walked in the door?"

"Oh, this? It's my flashlight."

"Hand it over."

"Yes, ma'm."

"And the book, too."

"Awww, Mom!"

[Yeah, no way to be mad about this one, I know.]
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