There were three men around the fire, with the smell of coffee and of bacon frying. It was a two-bit camp in mighty rough country, with three saddle-broncs and a packhorse standing under a lightning-struck cottonwood. "Howdy," I said. "You boys receivin' visitors, or is this a closed meetin'?" They were all looking me over, but one said, "You're here, mister. Light and set."
From "The Man From the Broken Hills" by Louis L'Amour


Monday, May 4, 2009

Things Kids Say, Part 3

We drive some of the neighborhood kids to church on Wednesdays, to our AWANA program.

Among the regulars are delightful twin girls, aged 7.

Recently, on the way to church, they announced that one of their dogs was overheated.

"Overheated?" My wife and I were perplexed in the front seat. It had been unseasonably hot that day -- 85 degrees in April. "Did you say that your dog got overheated?" I asked the girls.

"Yea. She's overheated, " said twin girl #1.

Twin girl #2 clarified with "We have to take her to get bread".

1 comment:

DBro said...

In speaking to my sister this weekend, I was surprised to learn that she didn't get this post. So for you dear sister, and any other blondes out there, here's the deal:

The twin's parents were overheard talking about the dog, which was in 'heat'. The parents were considering having the dog 'bred'.