My son is home with me today – an upset tummy kept him home.
He was settled on the couch playing with some matchbox cars when he said “Mom, do you know what all the rescue vehicles are doing?” When I replied that I did not, he informed me that they were boxing in all the photographers so Britney could get away.
I swear I don’t know how he knows about all of that. Are the 3rd graders passing around copies of The Star and The National Enquirer at recess?
We can’t quite decide if the world is growing worse, or if the reporters are just working harder. ~The Houghton Line, November 1965