Thursday, February 11, 2010

Overheard on the way to the bus stop

Or: Things you've never ever said to your mother.

It was a sunny winter's day and there had been flurries overnight. Henry was walking with his head down watching as the sunshine glinted on the newly fallen snow. He opened his mouth to say something poetic. This is what came out:

"The snow looks like there are pixels in it."

What a boy.

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