A friend recently and very generously shared a candy-filled Easter
egg with Hobbes. Hobbes experienced a 2-year-old love affair with nerds-covered jelly beans, and ever since then has expressed feelings of a strong kinship with
this friend. The other day, I found him putting his coat and boots on
and getting ready to walk out the front door.
Me: Where are you going, Hobbes?
Hobbes: Uh, going Greggie's house. More Easser egg. More candy.
Sorry, Greg. He may only love you for your candy.
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As we were leaving a birthday party, with several witnesses milling about:
Brother M: (Teasingly) Gunner, are you riding your camel home?
Gunner: (Without missing a beat) No, it's at home with my dad.
Brother M: Well, don't forget to take your gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Gunner: (Confusion setting in) Uh, What the heck?!
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This week, I witnessed Hobbes bravely (and seemingly absentmindedly) walk away from me at the library. I watched him go, wondering when he would feel uncomfortable that I wasn't around. I became uncomfortable long before he did. I ran after him and caught up as he was walking out the front door.
Me: Where do you think you're going?
Gunner: Home. I done.
Hmmm...It would have been a long walk.
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