Saturday, January 23, 2010

The Fat Chance Plan

Caleb: Mama, I have a plan and I'm not going to tell you.

Mama: Fine, don't tell me.

Caleb: Okay, I'll tell you.

His word is like oak.

(By the way, the "plan" involved using his new Nerf gun in the house during the wee hours of the morning before anyone else awoke.
Repeat after me: Fat. Chance.)

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