Okay, scene in my house yesterday evening:
Jabber, shouting loudly upstairs, right in front of open screen door:DAAAAAAAADDDDDD! I want you to feel my asparagus!!!!
(Sound effect: Elissa hysterically laughing from the computer chair)
Dad: You want me to feel your what?
Jabber: My asparagus!!! You HAVE TO feel my asparagus right NOW!!!
Dad: (laughing also) I don't really feel like feeling your asparagus, Jabber!
Jabber: (even louder) FEEL MY ASPARAGUS!
Dad: I KNOW WHAT AN ASPARAGUS FEELS LIKE!
Jabber: But mine is WET!
Dad: I DO NOT WANT TO FEEL YOUR WET ASPARAGUS!
(Elissa nearly pees her pants from laughing.)
The End.
notes from a knew-it-all-- the blog of YA author ELISSA JANINE HOOLE
4 comments:
Well, did he feel the asparagus?
ROFL
cdp, no I do not believe he did. The conversation degenerated from there into how Monkey had licked his asparagus, and considering the subtext my mind was headed toward, that just felt dirty! ;)
HEE!
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