“Mommy, I know what a glitch is,” said my boy today. “A glitch is when your eyes turn green and you go wild.”
I’m not sure my blue eyes could turn green, but they do turn a rather stormy blue-gray when I’m going wild.
Conversation overheard between the boy and his best friend:
BF: Do you have anything cool in your car?
Boy: No. Except for the driving stuff.
BF: Let’s go see if we can drive it!
Yowza!
I was going to write a post about Schoolhouse Rock and The Great American Melting Pot and immigration and race relations, but I’m not ready to compete with Obama. Maybe later this week.
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The Fonz, much?