Son: Why are the hearts going from the mom's into the son's? Why can't it just rain love directly into his umbrella?
Me: Hmmm...interesting question...hey - on a completely UNrelated note, when I ask you to eat and get dressed, why do you stand stymied in the middle of the room until I nudge you alive with a Poptart?
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| if noses and hands are difficult to draw, just don't |