Thursday, April 7, 2011

A Father Son Conversation

Baby Moose:  I'm a little baby, short and stout
Fiftieth percentile just about.
When I drink my bottle I just shout,
"Wait, fiftieth percentile?  You've got to be kidding me.  I thought I was ninety-fifth percentile.  What happened?

Dad:  You probably cry off a lot of calories when we put you down for naps.

Baby Moose:  Just so that we're clear, I will not sacrifice justice just to gain a few pounds.

Dad:  Right.  Justice.

Baby Moose:  I heard sarcasm in your voice.

Dad:  You pipe down with the justice and I'll keep the sarcasm to a minimum.

1 comment:

Rev. Mum said...

It's all true. I was privy to this conversation. Words were spoke.