Thursday, September 18, 2008

In which I take an unprovoked shot at my brother…

who as we speak can’t defend himself because he’s sitting in the dark in Houston


Last night on the trampoline:

Scooter: "Daddy? What purpose do mosquitoes serve? Why are they here?"

Me: "Scooter, I’m sure mosquitoes serve some purpose in God’s creation, but their reason for existence completely eludes me…sort of like your Uncle Bartolo."


Scooter:"Daddy! If Uncle Bartolo heard you say that he'd cry."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Kids are so insightful...sniff, sniff...