My friend Samantha must be peeved; I posted about this on my myspace blog, and now I’m posting it here. (Love you, Sam! I just thought it was very funny!) Here is my account of the discovery of a child prodigy yesterday in our very own house. We were overwhelmed with indescribable emotion at the honor that was bestowed upon us. Read on:
It was a dark and stormy night (well…not dark or stormy…but it was night) and seven adults sat around a kitchen table, just talking. Their kids were screaming and laughing in the next room, and all was well. Little did they know, an artistic little boy was planning the piece of a lifetime.
“AHA!” He thought, as he discovered his instrument…a nice, fat, permanent marker. “This will do nicely!” (Of course, when he said it, it sounded more like “Ahhh…jiseldy mice”…and nobody heard him anyway.) Had they only known.
“First…the children! I will make them like zebras to represent the multi-culturalism that society yearns for, but at the same time, rejects!”
“Next…the coffee table. An important aspect of my masterpiece because it represents the stability of mankind.”
“Third…the carpet! We will add streaks of purple to accent the royal quality of the fibers of man’s innermost being.”
“Almost done…the couches! Just a smidge here or there to show that the tendency of man to ultimately seek his own comfort is futile.”
“And the piece de resistance…the fireplace mantle! Slashes of purple on a white background represent the absurdity of looking for humility in a world filled with contempt.”
So…prodigy, yes. Now how to get the stains out? (I’m the expert, you say? Oh. Right.)
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