Mama Diaries

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Putting the Dog to Bed

Our puppy was looking like he needed a nap, so my six-year-old son decided to tell him a bedtime story:

"There was once a big ship named the Titanic... Hey! Quit biting me! Now I have to start again."

A few seconds later:

"There was once a big ship named the Titanic. It hit an iceburg and......Hey! Quit biting me! Now I have to start all over...but at least I got a little farther."

A couple seconds later:

"There was once a big ship named the Edmund Fitzgerald. Then a big storm came and....Hey! Mom! Why won't this dumb dog let me finish his bedtime story?"

"Because he's a dog."

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