The younger pawn gets a rollicking because she has not got dressed yet; she's reading the dictionary. Up to 'K' so far.
The elder pawn turns to me, mouth full of foaming toothpaste.
"Dad! I've got rabies!"
I'm sure I'd recognize normality if ever I saw it.




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Ah, know exactly what you mean. I asked my son a number of times to go and put his shoes on. He emerged from his bedroom wearing a fireman's hat and holding a guitar over his arm. With no shoes on.
Posted by: Georg | August 10, 2006 11:36 AM