Tuesday was not a video game day, so what was the point of existing? Boudreaux comes home and sticks his nose in a book. Magoo is dismantling the house. What is a poor middle child to do? Strap on his iPod and lay face down, sprawled on the floor for an hour. Of course, what is a mother to do? Let all those sleeping dogs keep laying there as long as they are shut up.
Then later, I happen to be walking into the kitchen. Rufus is sitting with Magoo at the table, intently working on teaching her something of great value...
Rufus, very slowly and deliberately: "Okay, here it is again. Say it: Screw...you...we're...from...Texus."
Magoo: "Sroo yew...Tech-sass."
Nice.
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