The other night Ben walked out of the bedroom in a very odd, squiggly fashion - I thought maybe he had tripped. I said, What was that?
He said, That was my straightening out the rug dance, and then he performed it again.
This morning, Ben said, This book is awesome! I thought he was still reading The Devil in White City. He said, No, The Theory of Mouldings!
1 comment:
oh man. both those anecdotes are quite amusing.
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