D: Eat your hotdog.
P: I can't.
D: Why not?
P: The factory ain't working.
M: Parker, what do spiders eat?
P: Girls.
Prelude: Dale and I were having a conversation at dinner about friends of ours putting maps together for flight school.
P: Their making maps?
D: Yep.
P: For buried treasure?
P: Mom, I gotta go poop. Go get me a book.
LOVE the Parkerisms ... 'the factory ain't working'. Did he wind up eating the hotdog? :)
ReplyDeleteOf course! When daddy says eat, he has to eat!
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