Conversation at my table right now:
"John is another name for a toilet, you know." --Ben
"Ha ha ha ha, really?"--his friend, M
[munch munch munch on chocolate cookies -- ah, the smell!]"Is Mr. Dumb here?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha"
"Is Doncha here? Doncha Want Me To Poop On Ya?"
"Is God here? Gotta Fart?"
"Hahahahahaha"
"Let's go upstairs and play."
[they exit, leaving lots of milk and zero cookies behind them]I just love the nine-year-old mind.
Speaking of which, here, FYI, is
the column I did in today's paper. It's chock full of local minutiae so it might not be too accessible to everyone, but there's a couple of good chuckles, I think.
Dis and Dat
