June 22, 2009

Don't go there

Matt was in the tub last night, and started scrounging around in his left armpit.
Against my better judgment, I asked, "What are you doing?"
He said, "Look what I found in my armpit!"
It was an alarmingly long piece of string.
I said, "How did a piece of string get in your armpit?"
Matt: "Oh, it was from dinner."

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