Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I Stand Corrected

This was a weirder conversation:
Sam: "Hey, where does my belly button go?"
Me: "Huh? Where does it go? It doesn't 'go' anywhere..."
Sam: "Well, can I stick my finger in it?"
Me: "Sure, knock yourself out."
Sam: "Thanks!!"

Hmmm, the older she gets, the odder she gets, but I'm glad I was able to grant her belly button wish. I guess.

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