So Jack comes out of his room the other day, and he was in the middle of losing a fight with his dirty clothes hamper. He had dumped all the clothes out and climbed in.
He may have wanted me to help, but I wanted no part of this fight. So I told him to call somebody who cared. Unfortunately, that was just a toy cell-phone.
Um, Dad, I'm need help! Sorry kid, you got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out.
Fine, I'll just......lemme get this...........dirty rotten......
FREEEEEEEEEE-DOOOOOOM!
1 comment:
I guess that's what you get when he plays by himself. Love the phone call!
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