Thursday, September 27, 2012


I’m a little worried that my son is somehow related to that creepy kid from “The Shining”.  The other night I was tucking him in and he started to tell me about how he thinks a bad guy snuck into his school and changed the colors of the paints and the feathers.  Don’t ask.  I don’t understand it either.  My best guess is that someone snuck LSD into his Goldfish crackers at lunch.  Anyway, I was telling him how I don’t think there are bad guys at his preschool and he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “If they want in, they will come.”

Well…alrighty then.

And just as I had convinced myself that I wouldn’t find him in my bedroom one night writing red rum on my bedroom door, today he had this lovely thing to say about our dog.

“When Cooper dies, can we get a cat?”

Stupidly, my response after I reassured him that Cooper was going to be around for several more years was "Plus, I don't want a cat" not "Hey, let's have a discussion about that really disturbing thing you just said."

I therefore ask you friends, if you have not seen our dog in a few days and see that we have acquired a cat, please bring a priest and some holy water to our house and perform an exorcism as soon as possible.  Our family pet thanks you.

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