Monday, September 11, 2006

The Stinger

Tonight the dinner conversation whirled around a wasp I had just sprayed in the window. It lay kicking convulsively, and the younger daughter kept turning around in her seat to mourn its torment.

"The poor thing," she moaned, "it's in pain!"

"Nonsense," retorted Great Scott. "Your mother does not torture insects!" After a meaningful moment of silence he added, "She's a Republican." Another moment passed. "And she'll never do it again."

3 comments:

Michael said...

::smiling::

Meg said...

haha! I read this and had to tell my friend and we are still rolling from this. Amazing :)Thanks for posting it!

Cindy said...

Happy to amuse.