Saturday, July 10, 2010

Sam asked yesterday, with a rather scornful sideways glance, if we could, one of these days, get a new toast buster.

I'm not really sure what it says about the kind of child I'm raising that he is, apparently, more familiar with ghost busters than a toaster.

Unless he was thinking dust-buster?

And what's wrong with our toaster anyway? Beside the fact that if you don't watch it when the cycle ends it will, instead of popping up, go into supersonic bagel-toasting mode. But how would he know that?

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