The Generator

I was having a little discussion with The Kid tonight just before dinner.

Me: So what else did you do at school today?

The Kid: Well, Mr. Jose wasn’t there today so we couldn’t help him with the trash.

Me: Who’s Mr. Jose?

The Kid: He’s the generator.

I held my laughter as Ann was trying to disguise hers. It didn’t work too well.

Ah, the joys of conversing with a 5-year-old boy.


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About Dave

Writes two blogs. Married with one son. Likes donuts and long walks on the beach. Got tired of being fat and lost 100 pounds. Prone to using '80s vernacular. Works as a proofreader. Was an extra in a few TV shows. Tries to be funny.

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