Whenever we would drive by a "SLOW CHILDREN" sign, my father would always say: "Aw, those poor children."
Whenever I would offer my father some canatloupe at the dinner table, he would always say: "I can't elope, I'm already married."
Whenever I would say to my father "Dad, where are we going?" he would say: "Crazy, want to come?"
Monday, December 14, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment