Yeah, I'm a beast...

That spot on my back that can't be reached itched the other day, so instead of asking for someone with cold hands to scratch it I backed into a door frame and rubbed against it.
Habtamu walked by looking at me oddly.
"My back itches," I said, as if I needed to explain myself.
He smiled, "When did you become a buffalo, Dad?"

Not Me.

If he hadn't caught me so offguard, I would have asked him where he learned that. I still don't know.

1 comment:

Jur said...

I got a little behind on reading blogs and missed three very very amusing blog posts over here in Gardnerland. However did I miss them and how has no one already commented on their hilarity?
Too. funny.
I love you guys. :)