etc., recall the word
resoldered here
in a pane of sand.
— R. Kenney

Ascent Stage
a life-in-progress

 

Sausage fest

We're all about penises today.

Wife: "Son, why are you holding your penis?"
Me: "Why not?"
Wife: [disapproving glare flashed my way]
Son: "Because it likes me."
Me: [laughing into pillow]

Then, later, the same son spotted mommy in the bathroom.

Son: "Hey, you don't have a penis."
Wife: "That's right. Boys have penises. Girls don't. Mommy's a girl."
Son: "Well then you can't live here. This is a boy penis house. But you can live next door so I can come outside and see you."

Brilliant.

Posted on August 14, 2005 to the category called The Darnedest Things .

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