Monday, April 09, 2007

Conversation before coffee.

(Me, sitting down for my, ummm...morning ritual in the bathroom.)

Izzy, leaning against wall: Mom, give me a hand with my sword. (Stretches pirate sword out to me.)

Me, blearily: Why do you need a hand with your sword?

Izzy: Because my hair is stuck in honey. Here, help me. (Waves sword in my direction.)

Me: (Reaches out and tries to take sword.)

Izzy: (Holds tight and pulls sword back.) Oh no, try again!

Me: (Reaches out and pulls sword.)

Izzy: (Falls forward as if, if I've pulled him out of honey.) Thanks, mom! (Smiles and walks out of bathroom.)

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