Thursday, August 19, 2010
"Bob, where did I get such a nice little guy?"
"From God, Mom."
"Yeah. It was sort of a rhetorical question."
"But God made all of my parts and everything."
"You know where you got me, Mom."
"Yes I do."
"Then why did you ask me that if you already knew what the answer was? Mom, why did you ask me that? Did you forget you already knew, Mom?"
"I just mean that I love you and you are nice."
"Okay, but that's not what you said."