Class Acts.
May 30, 2008
“Three Ds and a C”, Edgar mumbled, reluctantly
surrendering the Report Card. “Three Disinterments and a Cremation!”
exclaimed Father, dabbing his cheeks with a blindfold,
“Son, we may just get you that new bicycle after all!”.
~*~
May 30, 2008 at 2:20 pm
An electric bicycle?
May 30, 2008 at 2:38 pm
Maybe.
May 30, 2008 at 3:55 pm
I can only imagine what that bike would be capable of!
Summer smooches,
The Tart
; *
May 30, 2008 at 4:21 pm
A bicycle pump and a length of brake cable can take you far in life, dear.
May 31, 2008 at 4:40 pm
“…dabbing his cheeks with a blindfold…”
Beautiful! A child’s dream of a parent who will not see and love nonetheless.
I think Edgar should get ice cream as well…
June 1, 2008 at 9:17 pm
Awww… He did disinter-great! Good that he didn’t make an ash of himself either…
June 2, 2008 at 9:23 am
Oh poor Edgar. Oh well. Discipline is discipline. And yes, a bicycle pump is useful for fanning the flames.
June 2, 2008 at 5:26 pm
Pah. Only one Cremation? Bet it wasn’t with an additional A for arson either? Kids are just not left to spoil enough these days.
June 6, 2008 at 2:05 pm
gnu: I scream, you scream… have a double scoop, yourself, dear. With extra sprinkles.
daisy, daisy: I know! And he’s so fired up by his achievements that we’re hoping he’s finally grasped the value of a First Degree convic… education.
Mandy: And for beating small, defenceless, people on the head!
Dolface: True, but he’s a serial underachiever, so we’re just hoping for the best.