Now don't we sound refined?
Last Sunday afternoon, Paul sat down with his cup of coffee to join us for tea time. Suddenly I began to hear some rude noises coming from his general direction. Everyone got the giggles as Paul revealed the jar of "Noise Putty" that he had been hiding under the table. From whence did this treasure come? None other than Auntie Monica and Uncle Glenn, thank you very much. It is a favorite toy around here, and in the right hands at the right moment it breaks up any threat of too much culture. Our dignified tea time? De-nied!
|Waaaay cooler than tea, Mom.|