Saturday, July 9, 2011

...Makes Perfect

Bud: Pie get out of my room.

Bud (with a little more volume and emotion): Pie, get out of my room! I don't want you in here! Get out!

Bud (almost in tears): Pie, I told you. Get out. I'm gonna tell Mom. I'm serious. I'm gonna tell Mom!

Bud (at the top of his lungs): Mmmmooooooooommmmmmmm! Pie is in my room and won't get out.

Hot Mom (annoyed): Pie! Get out of your brother's room. Right now!

Bud (peaking out of his room completely calm): Mom, she's not in here.

Hot Mom (totally perplexed): Then why are you screaming?

Bud (nonchalantly): I'm just practicing.


No wonder Pie is paranoid.

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