Friday, June 08, 2012

I hope the prison they end up in is close to home. You know, to make the visiting easier.

Leah walks past me carrying several baby dolls that haven't been played with in a long time, two balls of yarn, and a roll of duct tape.  I can hear Rae in the basement moving furniture around.

Me: "What's all that stuff for?"

Leah: "We're making a hostage camp."

Me: .......

Me [sighing heavily]: "I'm going to the liquor store."

Leah: "Cool.  See you when you get back."

17 comments:

  1. Now I want to play hostage camp... :/

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    1. My advice? Insist on being a guard.

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  2. ...

    I have no words, none at all.

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    1. I'll drink to that. :)

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  4. damn, I love your kids!

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    1. Well, they keep me on my toes.

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    1. Awesome, that's one word for it. :)

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  6. Just wait until the Stockholm syndrome kicks in.

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    1. They're going to need a lot of berets and sunglasses for the baby Patty Hearsts.

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  7. Have they seen Red Dawn (the old one, not the BS good-for-nothing, we-shall-not-speak-of-it remake)? Seems like it's about time they did. WOLVERINES!!!

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    1. No, they haven't. Somehow I pictured the first Patrick Swayze/Jennifer Grey movie they'd see would be "Dirty Dancing" -- more Baby, fewer Wolverines. :)

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  8. I really adore your children.

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