Thursday, December 24, 2009


Daughter, across dinner table, during ice storm: I have the power... of ICE!
Son, in riposte: Oh yeah? I have the power of FIRE.
Mom, kidding: I have the power of chicka chickaaah!
Daughter: I have the power of love. That's the best.
Son: I have the power of Donald Duck. You can't defeat that, because I'm fictional.

He has a point, you know.


  1. He does, indeed! Tee hee.

  2. He does... but not as often as he THINKS he does!

    And I think I will try the "fictional = undefeatable" argument elsewhere in life.