Somfin...Somfin else...

03/19/07
I was just sitting in D's office looking up things on the net when I heard Crisper sitting out in the hallway counting Froot Loops he had lined up on the floor. Imagine, if you will, the baby-talk and voice inflections.

It went something like this:

"One, two, fwee, five..." I'm thinking, ok.. he can get to three.. not too bad.

Then he continued:

"Eight, eight, eight, eweven, somfin'.... somfin' else, nine, seven, TEN! Ready or not, here I come!"