Well, I think we've 'ilked' that one for all it's worth...
I would now like to pander to my childish whims, and tell a story that has no other merit than to satisfy my sadistic pleasures.
We now flash back, many years ago, to a time when Larry was but a little toddler. Feeding time was always a challenge for Mama Sherwood....
Mama Sherwood: Look what we have here. Strained carrots, your favorite..... open wide!
Larry: But, Mother... I don't want to 'open wide'. The natural position of my mouth is quite adequate for the intake of preprocessed baby food.
Mama Sherwood: Come'on, Larry. It's a Choo-choo. Open the tunnel... whoo! whoo!
Larry: I really wish you wouldn't treat me like a baby, Mother.
Mama Sherwood: But you're two, Larry.
Larry: Still, I fail to see why I must denigrate myself to your childish antics merely because of my age.
Mama Sherwood: I'm just trying to make eating fun, Larry. Why don't you act like other kids your age?
Larry: You are avoiding the point, Mother. I have made valid points that my current mouth opening size is sufficient for the purposes of eating. Yet, you fail to address any of my arguments. I can only conclude from this that you are an idiot.
Mama Sherwood: Larry! That's no way to talk to your mother!
Larry: Again, you avoid the issues, Mother. I'm afraid the I have to ask you to refrain from engaging me in conversation during my feedings.
Mama Sherwood: But...
Larry: Don't make me write the web mistress.... |
