I love it when little kids have adult names.
Like when a five year old is called Melvin or George or Phil.
Or Judy or Patsy or Nancy.
I halfway expect them to walk around in little business suits with little cell phones, checking their watch every 5 seconds and becoming impatient when they're in the elevator for too long.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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