Manically grining away as we aim the wheels over the kid's slippers left on the ground as gatepost in the middle of the road. brump brump ... brump brump. Last glimpse we had was of said kid running franctically to check on item.
Grinning knowingly and wickedly as kid put his finger over the gap as door slowly closes. And hearing the anticipated howl a while later.
Sometimes life can be sweet.
Monday, May 09, 2005
The things that happen ...
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