Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Come talking that trash and we'll pull your card.



Today we learned a lesson, and by we I mean my son.  He has the fond habit, an uncanny sense, to insert himself behind doors just as they are about to open.  (Curse you, shiny, interesting hinges.)

Usually one of us snatches him up just before disaster can occur, but alas tonight was not the case.  A man barreled through the door my son was inspecting for flaws and splayed him out similar to a rotisserie chicken tossed on the ground.  Bless the little boy's soul he didn't shed a tear.  Conveniently he has a bruise shaped like the Virgin Mary that we immediately took a mold of and sold on eBay for a tidy profit.  It was a nice evening.

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