Sunday, 11 March 2007

Out of the Mouths of Babes


Little Stuff, the grandaughter, brought her mother over this morning to build a snowman.

As the work of art grew, Mommy and I referred to it as a snowlady. 'No," says Little Stuff, "It is a snowman. It is also a lady." Grampa, on hearing this, cheered and mentioned how much he has mourned the passing of 'chairman'. Maybe when Little Stuff gets old enough to save the world, she'll rationalize the English language.

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