Annie
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I'll Be Dogged - She's Walking!
Legs a-pumping like pneumatic machines. All of a sudden she's everywhere.
Defining 'Bet'
Me: I'll bet.
He: Daddy - what's that?
Me: "Bet?" Well, say we were playing basketball, and I said, If you make a basket I'll give you a dollar; but if you don't make a basket you'll owe me a dollar. We'd be making a bet.
He: (thinking)
Me: Understand?
He: Uh, well, I guess you can owe me a dollar.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Budding Poetry Or Mere Badinage?
He: Hey, Mommy.
She: Yes.
He: Mommy.
She: Yes.
He: I don't need a jacket. I'm a good old boy. I can fight with the wind. I can do it for ever and ever.
Monday, July 21, 2008
The Four-Year-Old As Joke-Writer: Still Way Better Than Leno
Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Pickle.
Pickle who?
Pickle, do you want to drink water or beer?
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