Driving in the car yesterday we had the following conversation
Jack - blah blah blah and that's cause my bones are rainbow
Me - (finally listening) hey babe what are you talking about
Jack - my bones are rainbows and that means I can turn rainbow colours like the aliens
Me - and what does that mean
Jack - it means that I can turn all colours with my rainbow bones, and you can't cause you don't have rainbow bones
Not much you can say to that really
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Ideas and Imaginations
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Tell him that rainbow bones are the result of a recessive gene so, in order for him to have rainbow bones, both his parents must be carrying the gene for it.
That'll teach him to lord it over you with his rainbow bones!
Mind, I have no idea whether that's how recessive genes work, but Jack's only three and a half--he won't know, either.
Your hilarious, that comment had me in stitches. When are you going to write some fiction full of your witty ways with words?
Well, there's an enormous difference between funny comments on a blog post and a novel, so probably never. It would be nice, but I don't see it happening.
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