Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Kids!

You love them.
You treat them right.
You do everything you can to raise them well.
You care for them.
You let them hang out with you at the office.
Let them bang on the drums and the piano.
You take them downtown to the bank.

And it's there, right at the teller's window, that they puke all over you.




Gotta love 'em!

7 comments:

  1. I'm glad you have a place rented. But I'm sorry you got puked on! :)

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  2. Aw, man. I can totally and utterly sympathize with getting puked on--all shapes, all forms, never in the teller line though. . .

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  3. I didn't care for it much either...

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  4. of course thats only slightly better than the drive through window at McDonalds....

    Only because the smell in the car tends to linger for days...

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  5. Like father, like son...The apple never falls far from the tree!!

    The DAD

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  6. That pretty much sums it up.

    -Another Brian

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