
"So, Mom?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Can I touch your chest place private parts?"
"What's up?"
"Why do ladies have bigger those parts?"
"Those parts are breasts. They are designed for feeding babies. Lots of animals feed their babies that way."
"People aren't animals, Mama."
"We are, Bud. We're mammals."
"Oh."
"I fed you like that when you were a baby. You don't remember?"
"Mom?"
"Yes, Babe?"
"The truth is a robot cowboy."
"Alrighty."
How would you feel if I put "The truth is a robot cowboy" on a bumper sticker?
ReplyDelete"Robot cowboy"?!
ReplyDeleteIs that like a space cowboy, only far more technically advanced?
And so it came to pass that "The truth is a robot cowboy" became my new mantra. Once again, I tip my (cowboy) hat to Bob.
ReplyDeletehee hee - my girls are in love with my boobs - they always want to touch them! it's so annoying!
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I want to hold that sign up next time the Westboro Baptist Church is out.
ReplyDelete"The Truth Is A Robot Cowboy!"
The truth really is a robot cowboy. He's a smart man, and that should be the title of his memoir.
ReplyDeleteThe fact that he asks, "Can I touch your chest place private parts?" only serves as further confirmation that you're raising a gentleman.
ReplyDeleteI'll have whatever Bob is smoking.
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