We have added his hyperbole to our family vocabulary, to indicate success at a minor quest. If you go to the grocery for dog chow and a gallon of milk, and find both on the shelves, you have been victorious.
I present you with my victory over the ribbing *and* casting off of the second woolsock, and thus my third entire pair of socks since the Olympics began.

And here is my faithful companion and helper:

1 comment:
I remember that kid..... haha it's funny now but I really hated him at the time.....
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