Saturday, January 29, 2011

Where's the white trash, Dad?

That's what Ellie just asked me.  I told her to throw something away and she was looking for our trash can, which happens to be white.  "Where's the white trash, Dad?  Did we get rid of the white trash?"

I don't want to insinuate anything, but the Brooklyn Brawler had just left the house.

Anderson was protesting Carla's dinner selection last night.
Anderson:  I'm a dog, and dogs don't eat that kind of noodles.
Carla:  Well, if you're a dog, you'll have to sleep outside in your doghouse tonight.
Anderson:  I'm . . . an inside dog.

2 comments:

Andy and Stacey, Jackson, Molly and Natalie said...

Anderson is so smart. Where'd he get that from?

Kurt and Carla said...

HIs very intelligent mother :)