Perhaps some sort of a talk is in order

Robin, over breakfast: I love butter so much, that if butter gave a concert I would go.

Me: What if butter sang ugly music?

Robin: I would go anyway.
And while I was getting butter's autograph, I would eat him.
Or her.

Comments

splord said…
Sounds like the time approacheth for The Talk with her.

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