We're sitting around the dinner table.
CHARLIE: Does Obama have to have people come and move his stuff to the White House?
ME: Yeah. But I think he's keeping the house in Chicago.
KATE: Who lives in the White House now?
JILL: President Bush, until January, then Barack Obama moves in.
KATE: Is the oldest president buried here?
ME: Where?
KATE: Here! (pointing to dining room table)
ME: The table?
KATE: Yeah!
JILL: You're asking if the oldest president of the United States is buried inside our dining room table?
KATE: Yeah! Is he?
JILL: No. No, there is no president or anyone buried in our dining room table.
KATE: Where is he?
JILL: Probably buried in the ground.
KATE: Oh! Like my hamster!
ME: You're hamster isn't dead, Kate.
KATE: OH YEAH! I FORGOT!
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Keep an eye on that hamster…
What is the going rate for hamster therapy? "She doesn't even notice that I'm ALIVE!"
I think Kate is simply prescient. Aren't you guys on Cutie the 9th or something?
WHAT in the WHAT?
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