Yesterday I'm upstairs and suddenly hear the quick little feet of John blasting up the stairs. He turns the corner into my room, toy knife and cell phone in hand, and panting..instructs me that the bad guys are coming to kill us. "What bad guys?" I ask. "The Soldiers...the soldiers are coming to kill us." he replies.
At this point I'm thinking we've watched a few to many x-men cartoons, however I decide to play along.
"Maybe you should call the President and ask him to....bail us out." - yeah it made Linda laugh.
John...
"No, let's call him and tell him to get angry so he turns into The Rock Obama!"
Yeah.. I Love My Boy!
1 comment:
Funny. Thanks for the laugh liked the one about your house too.
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