Wednesday, December 28, 2011

striking resemblance

Bridget (walking her fingers up Uncle Eric's head): "Hickory dickory dock. The mouse ran up the clock."

Eric: "Hey. I'm not a clock."

Bridget: "Yes you are."

Eric: "Well, I guess I do have a face, like a clock does. And I have hands, like a clock."

Sage: "And you're boring."

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