Last night, I'm quietly reading my book when Clark comes over to me, singing, "Jingle, jingle jingle; you will hear my sleigh bells ring." And then he busts out with this:
"I might be Santa Claus. I'm not sure."
And then I died laughing.
End scene.
Since 2020 . . .
10 hours ago
2 comments:
What I was singing was "Dingle, dingle, dingle, through the frosty air I go."
Oh, and for the rest of you, maybe someday you should ask Shannon what noise a grilled cheese sandwich makes.
I'm laughing at both of you. With you, I mean.
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