Finn, getting into car: “It’s cold, Mama. It’s cold as a hot dog!”
Me: “A hot dog?”
Finn: “No… no… it’s cold as a Popsicle!”
Gabe: “It’s as cold as a witch’s boob in a brass brassiere.”
Me: “Oh, Gabriel…”
Finn: “Yup, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
Posted on January 24th, 2013 by Scott Granneman
Filed under: boyhood
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.