Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Now that the word is out

... that we took Dolores and Franklin on a trip to the country ... let me simply say that (astounding husbandly blindness re: my hair aside) ... taking two guys who spin to The Fold is kind of like traveling with two small children who say "Poop!" and then elbow each other with hilarity.
Except with spinners, they say, "Orifice hook!" and then they grin.

15 comments:

Aprilynne said...

hehehehe

Franklin said...

Poop!

the fiddlin' fool said...

*elbows Franklin and grins*

meg said...

*Stop it.*
Don't make me come back there.

Aidan said...

fart.

meg said...

You too, mister. Cut it out.

Aidan said...

you're not the boss of me.

Cheryl said...

Do I have to stop this car!!!??

meg said...

That does it, all of you. Either we stop with the "poop" and "fart" and "orifice hook," or we are going right back home where you can spin cotton balls and cat fur for all I care. Except you, Cheryl. You seem well-behaved.

Eldronius said...

Oh! Cat fur! Or, I once tried my leg hair and called them hair horns. They other kids would squeal in laughter.

Y'all are crazy and always make my day.

Aidan said...

Franklin knows a guy who eats his own boogers.

meg said...

Aidan - that's so weird. Not the booger-eating (well, it is, but not the point) ... I've been having a similarly themed conversation with some friends of mine who have toddlers now, but knit not and therefore don't really lurk here. Suddenly, my world is getting very small...grin.

Franklin said...

Are we there yet?

meg said...

Yes.

Aidan said...

I have to potty.