Miles: “Daddy, Panamum is the land of my dreams.”
Me: “Do you mean PanaMA?”
Miles: “No no no, PanaMUM. In Panamum the land smells like bananas.”
Me: “So where do all the bananas come from?”
Miles: “The bananas come from Egypt.”
Tilting at windmills for a better tomorrow.
I can’t believe how old that little bugger is getting… Thanks for having a child so we don’t have to. :P
We can’t believe it either. It’s bitter and it’s sweet. But the existence of Miles does NOT nullify any obligation on you to have your own!
Panamum vs. Panama – reminds me of Dr Seuss’s “First of Octember”.