Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Overheard


As soon as the big kids were out of the car and the doors had shut, Henry, in a calm voice, ordered: "Drive."

"Drive where?" I asked. "Home?"

"No home."

"Then where?"

"To the White House," he said.

"To the White House? Why?"

"Obama lives there."

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I don't know what to make of this.