Deanna and I sat at the kitchen table tonight finishing dinner. Dane had already finished and was running his bath. Daelyn was playing and Don took Donovan out to tinkle while he put the garbage can at the curb. I was just putting a peach slice in my mouth when Don walked by the kitchen windows.
Says Deanna, "Daddy sure looks at lot like the Count of Monte Crisco, doesn't he?"
As I snorted, trying to keep from swallowing my peach whole, I reminded her that the name of the movie I bought Dane for Easter was, "The Count of Monte CRISTO" and, yes, Daddy looked very much like the Count, but very little like the big tub of vegetable shortening in the pantry.
Deanna strikes again.
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