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.
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In the Event of Murder (Starlit Bookshop Mystery #2)
5 months ago
He does, indeed! Tee hee.
ReplyDeleteHe does... but not as often as he THINKS he does!
ReplyDeleteAnd I think I will try the "fictional = undefeatable" argument elsewhere in life.