Tuesday, August 11, 2009

I do not think it means what you think it means...

Last week, Henry and his Nana took a walk and came upon the remains of an old playhouse in the backyard (just the roof, really.)

He stopped and studied the view before saying very solemnly, "The house. fell. on the naked witch."

Nana bit her tongue until they returned to the house and we've been howling all week since. Gotta love him.

PS Any idea where he watched The Wizard of Oz???

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