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When Was the Last Time There Were So Many Ridiculous Candidates for Office?
Coming home from work, I stopped by the grocery store. When I got home and I’m hauling in the groceries, Urchling starts putting them away and starting dinner. It’s catch-up time…
Me: How was your day?
Urchling: Meh. How’s yours?
Me: Oh, I had a morning, that then decided to last all day.
Urchling (grinning): Did they learn how to tell time yet?
Me (sourly): No. (Big sigh and shaking my head).
Urchling: (giggles…then) Ooh-ooh. I spent most of my workday avoiding getting squashed. But now I feel kinda bad for depriving her (glances fondly at the dog).
Me (smiling): That’s understandable. If one must get squashed, it’s better to be squashed by an expert. We all know Jupes is an expert squasher of anything deemed in the way.
— pause for effect—
Just ask my boobs.
Urchling (choking on the water she just took a sip of): How dare you say something funny when I’m trying to drink.
— pause to straighten her face —
You could have just left me in an orphanage, you know, instead of trying to kill me.
