I've determined that the limits of my intellectual ability occur sometime around the middle of second grade. From there on out, I am not smart enough to help them with their home work, projects, etc.
Rufus to Fatty: "How many syllables in the word 'cowboy'?"
Fatty, with my confidence and conviction: "Well, let's see...cow...bo...ee. That would be three."
And the excessively pitiful thing is that I really meant it, too.
Ha! Now I've told it on myself...Bumpus can't embarrass me at family reunions.
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