Timing
Yesterday I thought it was tomorrow for three days.
--my daughter, age 8
A sub-genre of electric instrumental music that never caught on.
Crescat musica, vita excolatur.
My dog is sitting in a comfy chair, but she's getting bored. Oh, wait, she's trying to chew the stuffing and springs out of the seat! Doesn't she realize she'll ruin the seat for herself and anyone who would want to sit there in the future?
Nope.
Write your own political punch line here.
"I bet fat people taste good when they're dead and they're eaten by ants."
-- Jake, age 8
Labels: Overheard on the playground
"Who wants to play dress-up anyway? That's so last year."
-- An 8-year old down the hall
Labels: Overheard on the playground