3 p.m., Sunday afternoon

The baby is hanging upside down from an armchair.

“Mum, it seems like…I’m standing on the ceiling and the ceiling is the floor and the floor is the ceiling, and you’re sitting on the ceiling…floor. Upside down. And I’m…ceiling. Doesn’t it?”

“Are you high?”

“Yes.”

One Response to “3 p.m., Sunday afternoon”

  1. Kristabella Says:

    At least he’s honest.

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