Friday, May 20, 2005

 
True story.

I offered to watch my neighbor's son one evening. His communion was the next day and his folks were preparing for a celebratory brunch. I figured he could come over and play with my son while they got their house ready. His mother asked if he could come over in his pajamas.

I responded "Sure, it's Michael Jackson night at our crib". A good time was had by all. And no we did not get in my bed.
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