And then, after your son tracked you down after roaming all the nursery schools in the world, he'd beat you in tickle fight, and you'd explain that gravel in his gut and that spit in his eye was because you named him Branston Pickle. And... nah, it doesn't scan.
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Date: 2012-04-26 04:46 am (UTC)