Thursday, May 07, 2009
Breakfast with The Boy
TB: Yeah. I thought he landed on the roof.
DD: He couldn't land on the roof. It's slanted.
TB: Santa lands on the roof.
TB: Santa has magic, though.
DD: True. Aliens would slide off the roof. And when was the last time you saw an alien lying on the ground, saying “that's gonna hurt tomorrow”?
DD: Besides, aliens seem to like deserts better. There aren't any deserts around here.
TB (thoughtfully): I wonder if aliens fart.
DD: Probably. It might smell like cinnamon.
TB: I bet our farts smell like cinnamon to them!
DD: Yeah, they could follow us around, smelling us.
TB: Just like dogs! They could smell our butts!
DD: (robotic voice) TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER. (make fart noise) OOH, CINNAMON!
TB: (laugh) Yeah! They'd want us to eat lots of burritos!
TB: I wonder if Barack Obama eats burritos.
DD: I hope so. He could save us all!
After that, a day of academic administration doesn't seem so scary...