V: This flower is laughing.
D: How do you know?
V: Because I'm tickling it.
The wind is so sticky that it's sticking my hair and my face together.
S: What should I bring you from Italy?
V: An eye.
S: An "I" like "Italy"?
V: No. A human eye.
What ARE we going to do with me? [after doing something naughty, before her parents can say it]
Townsie is magical. Have you noticed that? He can do magic. I'm magical too.
V: I think we should move to Vermont forever.
D: Why?
V: So we can have a fireplace.
D: That would be fun. But I don't think we can move to Vermont.
V: Maybe we could just build a fireplace right here in my room instead.
[in song]
Hey Town-sie
Give me all your
Mon-ey
[looking at the tiny corner shower in our house in Italy] Maybe we could talk to the instruction [construction] guy and ask him to move this shower to our apartment in New York. Or if he can't do that, maybe he could just put in a hand shower like this one and paint the tiles exactly like these.
Are we going to move to HAMsterdam?
Townsie, do you like buffaloes? Townsie, answer me! DO...YOU...LIKE...BUFFALOES?
Are we going to move to HAMsterdam?
Townsie, do you like buffaloes? Townsie, answer me! DO...YOU...LIKE...BUFFALOES?
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