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January 17th, 2010

Originally published at Big Ugly Man Doll. Please leave any comments there.

So there I was, washing the dishes, when the Human Tape Recorder walks up to me; all of 4 years old at the time. “Daddy,” she says, “I need Cheerios.”

OK, we can do this. I dried my hands and gave her a fistfull of Cheerios. She thanked me and runs back to the bathroom, where she had been in the first place. I turned back to the sink and the dishes, contemplating the joys of Selective Hearing.

Because what she REALLY said was, “Daddy, I need *more* Cheerios for my duck.”

But I didn’t hear all of that, because deep down I knew that I didn’t want to know anything about what had happened to the *first* set of Cheerios.

And I didn’t want to know anything AT ALL about a duck.



Yep, looks like another post from the Big, Ugly Man Doll!