Kids not only enjoy a good wordplay, but they live and die by the sword of wordplay. Dibs. Called it. Nothing Can Stop Me. These are rules of law.
I remember playing word play games like this a lot when I was a kid. Not terribly clever, but to a kid, everything is clever.
None of us like being judged, even when we deserve it. :)
Guilt seeks validation. Remember that the next time you’re feeling guilty, it will let you know exactly what you seek and ease the way. :)
This is the kind of stupid mistake I’d make, except I’d then realize it was at the bottom of a pile of dirt I’d have to move again.
It may be surprising to know how often I’ve had the thought about using brooms on dirt floors. I actually think it can make some sense, but obviously not when trying to get rid of all the dirt.
That looks somewhat like the Borg, doesn’t it. Huh.
I like to think the word “mulled” must be nice in nature and have a very generous definition.
Vachel should have been more specific in his instructions.
We sang that many times in my childhood. And adulthood. And yesterday.
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