Happy Birthday
quietpoet! Hope your day is everything you could wish for! *hugs*
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Then something I've been meaning to share for a while. This is from one of the Cherub's library books, and keeps cracking me up. Clearly someone thought that it was time to update this particular fable for the iPod generation:
"So who'll fetch the flour?" asked Heidi the Hen.
"Not me," said the dog.
"Nor me," squeaked the mouse.
"Oh I'll fetch it myself," muttered Heidi the Hen, and she nipped to the deli and bought it.(In her little red car. WHAT HAPPENED TO PLANTING CORN AND HARVESTING IT AND TAKING IT TO THE MILL??? Anyway, then she bakes herself a birthday cake
which then runs away, is nearly gobbled up by a sly crocodile as it rows the cake across a lake, and is finally caught and eaten by Heidi the Hen and all her friends... Two fables for the price of one!)
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Also, this afternoon, in my front room. (Miss M is 12, Impish Girl 9)
Miss M (musingly): Why is it always the girls with the most make up who scream the loudest?
Impish Girl (dismissively): It's because the girls with the most make up are the
stupidest! (Then, contemptuously) Girls with the most make up like
Justin Bieber!