Daughter: Dad! Make him clip his fingernails.
Father: What do they look like Harrison?
Son: They're not that bad...
D: His definition of not that bad is...BAD.
F: Let me see...woah...yeah, go clip them.
D: See Harrison!
--- clip clip clip clip ---
F: Where are those landing?
S: IN THE TRASH CAN!
--- son slowly approaches down hallway, hands held Nosferatu-style before him ---
F: Ok, let me see--hold still--sheesh, did you drink too much coffee this morning? ...OK, this pinkie still needs work...and this one is pointy!
D: Harrison!
S: I just do it to my pinkies.
D: See! He sharpens them into daggers!
S: I made them just for you Giselle...hehehh...AACK!
--- Extreme Ruckuss as daughter throws back chair and chases son into the bathroom. ---
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