It’s a Sunday evening around 7:30pm and the sun is beginning
to set. There’s a quiet wind chilling
the air as the neighborhood starts to settle in for the night. Well most of the neighborhood.
On our deck are two seven year olds. One is dancing around in nothing but his Star
Wars undies and socks wile waving his shirt around like a victory flag. The other child is jumping up and down with
his fingers in his ears screaming about bugs getting into is brain. A frazzled but beautiful (smoking hot even)
woman appears on the deck carrying a comb and a tissue.
As she begins to comb through the terrified child’s
copper hair she tries to calm him by informing him that a tick could not
possibly get through his skull to his brain.
He seems to process this thought. The model
woman continues to try and root out the nasty blood suckers but she is having
trouble as the child continues to jump up and down. He then comes to the conclusion that while
the top of his head is safe (thanks to his skull) and his ears are covered (as
long as he keeps his fingers securely in them) he is still vulnerable. Clearly the ticks will now choose to infiltrate
his brain through is nostrils.
Meanwhile, the half-naked child has now decided he is a
cowboy of some sort (probably intergalactic) and is straddling the railing of
the deck “ridding” it, chasing down a villain that’s probably from another
planet and named something that sounds like Boha, Jongi, or Dildo. His shirt?
That of course is now a lasso.
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