Friday, March 24, 2006

Quotable August, six years old

Once we were having dinner - some sort of sausage. August was apparently, secretively, having stomach trouble. He threw up half-digested chunks of meat at the table.

As I carried him to the bathroom to clean him up (and catch the aftershock, if any) he looked up at me and moaned, "Did you see my sausage?"

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