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.”
February 10th, 2008 at 6:24 pm
At least he’s honest.