As my son rode around the pool on his noodle today, I commented that he looked a bit like he was riding a seahorse. "No, it's a dromedary!" he replied. Right, of course.
As two of his friends joined him, they decided to have dromedary races, so they bobbed across the pool chanting, "Dromedary! Dromedary!" Strange, yes, especially coming from the littlest of them, only two and a half, who seemed to be saying something more like, "Mond-de-dawee," as best I can translate.
But it got better. When a piece of his noodle separated slightly from the rest, the other little boy, also four and a half, changed his chant a bit: "Dromedary lever! Dromedary lever!" Of course. Because if a noodle can be a dromedary, if a dromedary can swim in races, why shouldn't a dromedary have a lever?
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i love your son.
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