How sad — the long weekend is over. We had a lovely time devouring sausages andhot cheese dip, drinking beer and visiting with family, including our new godson, who is plenty cute, let me tell you. But I really didn’t mind handing him back to my sister when he wouldn’t quit squawking.
Come see the stupid thing I wrote. It’s cross-posted at The Anchoress and Inside Catholic’s Inside Blog, so why don’t you pretend to be two people and leave comments in both places? One comment can be mean and one can be nice! For the mean one, I suggest that you use all lower-case letters so people will take you seriously.
Then, after you have read them both and tried the cheese dip, take a look at what will soon be unleashed on the world, when yet another of my plenty-cute nephews grows up. He is 7 years old, and wrote this story:
The Runaway Tushy
A kind of true story
by Juan Diego
Once upon a time there was a lady named Mama T and she wanted her children to be clean. One day, she was changing the baby’s diaper when suddenly the baby’s tushy bounced off the bed, out of the bedroom, into the entryway and out the door. Another tushy grew and bounced off. A third tushy grew and stayed.
Meanwhile, the two tushies were hunting with pistols they found in the woods. When the two tushies met, they almost shot each other, but they learned to know each other. They built a house and hunted their food and lived a jolly life, and so, if you ever go north, you find the two tushies strumming their banjos or guitars.
The End
