Crazy-Pops

Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. You had to go and call us out. Well, since I'm really the only OTHER one who's written anything (okay, maybe Dukey wrote one), I guess you're calling me out. You're #19 and I'm in the low slot. Okay, I'm out. (I can hardly wait for the "I'm out" jokes to start.) This is me getting you--and your mamma--back, for dropping me in the low slot. (That's how she likes, it, by the by--your mamma: from the back.) DOH! Wait, are there kids who read this? Sorry about that. Note to kids: Kids, just so you know, Jeff's mamma likes it from the back.

Now that that filth is outta my mouth, on to something more innocent.

So my 7-year-old daughter, The Bop, came out with this in the car yesterday:
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Bop: Mommy?

Mommy: Yes, Bop. (This was like the 25th "Mommy...." in the past 2 minutes.)

Bop: Do you know why I keep all my Dr. Seuss books?

Mommy: Why, Bop.

Bop: Because he's dead.

[daddy starts laughing hysterically]

Mommy: What about other authors who are still alive?

Bop: They don't write Dr. Seuss books.