M: So in the mornings when I wake up, I can switch so I'll be a wrestler or an astronaut.
L: Really? I thought you wanted to be a chef.
M: A what?
L: A chef. You know, someone who cooks. You've got the hat and jacket in your dress-up stuff.
M: Oh yeah! And you could come to my restaurant.
L: Oh good! What would be on the menu?
M: (pauses) Well, there'd be a LOT of hot dogs. But there would also be some special rice and some potatoes.
L: I thought you didn't like potatoes.
M: Yeah, but YOU do.
L: What vegetables would there be?
M: ...carrots.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
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