S.: I have a weird bruise here. Where do you think I got it?
A.: I don't know. It must have been from when Z. and I poked you with pens while you were sleeping.
S.: Oh, is that what you were doing? (takes a sip of water)
A.: (laughing) No. I don't where you got that bruise--
Z.: (interrupting) With penCILS!
(S. sprays water from laughing.)
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3 comments:
Gosh, what fun in the rhyming family!
Bwahahahaha!
Note to self: kids don't make good co-conspirators.
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