Monday, March 29, 2010

Missing Something?

Friday morning, Tania ran in to the kitchen, and asked anxiously, "Mommy, where go my bum?"
"What," came the confused reply.
"I say, where my bum? I can't find it."
A few moments of silence, then, "Tania, it's your bum. It's where it always is."
Tania turned to see if her mother was correct, and spun around a few times like a puppy chasing her tail. She then looked up and said with a giggle, "Silly bum. It hiding."

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