Friday, March 27, 2009

Please, Not Another Writer in the Family...

Ethan: “When I grow up I want to be…”

Maria: “Lawyer?”

Me: “Doctor? Professional athlete? Acclaimed Nobel Prize-winning physicist?

Ethan: “No no no. When I grow up I want to be a rhymer!”

Me: “Hmm. The pay isn’t so good for rhymers.”

Ethan. “That’s okay.”


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