Thursday, January 03, 2008

Almost Perfect

"Dad, NOTHING is PERFECT," Eli 6.5 said. I had claimed something was perfect, although I can no longer remember exactly what it was.

Certainly, not my memory.

"Well, things can almost be perfect," I said.

"So what's ALMOST perfect?" he asked.

"Let's see," I said, thinking for a moment. "The NHL playoffs, Rock Band, and this family."

"How nice," Gloria said.

"You people don't agree with me often enough," I said. "That's the only defect."

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