Wait for it.

“Momma, I shoot you with a foot missile!”
“Ouch!”
“Now I’ve got to give you a kiss!”
“Well, I like that.”
“No, not cause I’m sorry, Silly!”
“Why not? Aren’t you sorry?  You just shot me with a missile.”
“No, not because of that! Because of the foot thing, there’s kisses!”
“The foot thing?”
“Yeah! With the spiky green leaves!”
“Huh?”
“That you stand under, with the garland!”
“Oooooohhhhh! You mean mistletoe!”
“Yeah! You should’ve told me that Christmas comes with missiles! See, now I’ve got shooting feet! Pow, pa pow pow pow!!”

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1 comment so far

  1. moosilaneous on

    There is nothing that gets past that kid. Nothing remotely weapon-like, anyway!


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