The Short Bus just walked over and gave me a book, shouting at me "READ!" Oh good, I thought, he wants me to read this to him. I get ready to hoist him onto my lap but he steps a way, sits down on the floor with another book and starts looking at it, flipping the pages.
Then it dawns on me...he wants me to read the book he gave me. While he reads a different book. So he picked out a book for me, and he decided that
Five Little Monkeys is about my speed. Christ. There is no dignity in this job.
(quietly reading to self)
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