Saturday morning our house was infested with nieces and nephews. I was sitting in my study, writing, when the youngest nephew walks up and asks, "What are you doing?"
"Writing."
"What's that?"
"Words."
"What are they?"
"These little things," I said, pointing to the computer screen.
"Those aren't words," he said. "They're bugs."
Out of the mouth of babes.
"Get lost kid. Go sail a boat in the toilet bowl!"
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