Friday, November 13, 2009

My dad is better than your dad.

The DNB tells a story about his childhood!

"So, I was playing in the sandbox..."

"Wait, what kind of sandbox?" I interrupt. "In the ground or raised?"

"In the ground." He seems puzzled that there would be another type.

"Oh, because my dad made us a raised, child's-height sandbox with a top to keep the sand dry," I brag. That was an AWESOME sandbox.

"Oh, because my..."

"Also," I continue, "I'm pretty sure the sand was the purest sand from the Indian Ocean."

The DNB is not amused. "Yeah well my dad wanted to make sure I experienced the kind of sand that the neighborhood cats experienced. They played with their food, ate it, and then crapped in my sandbox."

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