From Little A.
Little A.’s class read Pretzel in class yesterday—the book about a long dog who tries to be short. When it got to the page when the dog’s twisting himself all up, the teacher asked the kids if they could shape themselves like a pretzel.
Everyone’s squirming all over the place and little A. shoots up, stands tall with his arms glued to his sides, and says, “I’m a pretzel stick!”
At dinner, he was gulping his milk and I said, “Save some, buddy.” He looked at me with sheer mischief in his eye and said, “Save somebody? You want me to save somebody?”
Why doesn’t anyone in the city of Austin talk on the phone?
Because they live in Text-as!
When do you go on red and stop on green?
When you’re eating a watermelon!