Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Crooked door


(Jet lagged. B+J would come up with any excuse not to go to bed.)

Dad: Go to bed!
B: Look, the door is crooked.
Boss: Go to bed!

(Later)

Dad: Actually, I think the door is crooked...
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