Doggedly searching for the crux of the biscuit.
I was driving my eight-year-old to school Friday morning, with Frank Zappa's Apostrophe' in the CD player. When it gets to part of "Stinkfoot" where the dog says, "The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe," I see the lightbulb go on over his head.
"Is that where the stuff on the top of your website comes from?"
"Yeah, it is."
"God, you're weird."
TrackBackMake sure you tell the tyke not to eat the yellow snow.
Posted by: Retired Catholic at February 19, 2006 12:15 PMMy eleven year old asked me if Catholic Girls really have tiny little mustaches. I love you, son.
Posted by: Lemon Merengue at February 19, 2006 02:01 PMI (stupidly) expected I was going to be Weird Uncle Sticky...not sure what I was smoking to believe I was going to be the strange one for 'postro's kids.
Posted by: Mr. Sticky at February 19, 2006 04:56 PMKids rock. I am waiting for the day when my daughter calls me "weird." I thoroughly enjoyed asking my son what he was listening to and having him explain slowly, so my mind could grasp it, "It is called Rock and Roll." It was a 70's compilation CD.
Posted by: Ru at February 19, 2006 11:43 PMso the man that was talkin to the boy looked at the boy kindof
starin in disbelief, and said
it is
you bet.
cause i won't
if it don't
Posted by: chris from boca at February 20, 2006 10:39 AMI can't wait to hear about the conversations you two have when he hears Sheik Yerbouti.
Posted by: plummet at February 22, 2006 03:28 PM