Heart of the City by Steenz for April 08, 2015
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Heart: Hey! I had eight malted milk ball Robin's eggs! I count only seven here! What gives?! Mom: What are you, the Ebenezer Scrooge of easter candy? ok, so maybe I ate one! Does it matter? Heart: I keep very strict accounts. Mom: If only your math class addition and subtraction were so precise.
my dad always believed in “checking for poison” on the other hand, once when i was small, he took a bite of my burger. i demanded he give it back, which he pointed out was undoable. i became more and more agitated, refused to be soothed with offers of an entirely new burger, and had to be carried out of there kicking and screaming. obviously, he learned nothing since he did continue to do this from time to time. but at least once he got what he deserved