We went to the bagel store to get a dozen bagels today. While we're in line, Wrig declares "I want pumpernickel!" So, okay, we work a few pumpernickel into the order (don't tell Wrig, but we would have gotten 'em anyway).
After I place the order, Wrig says, "Actually, I don't like pumpernickel."
"Then why did you ask for it?"
"Because it's fun to say."
Where, I wonder, did she learn that kind of logic?
Sunday, May 16, 2004
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