Papa, she says, holding up a book, can you write property of M- and M- in it? She turns to her mama to explain. Papa usually carries a pen in his pocket. Sometimes when he reads me a story he leaves me a pen in my bed.
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Papa, he says, look how big I am. He stands up in his chair. I tell him he is big. He sits down, happy. Why did communication ever get more difficult than that?

You're at work. You're mad about something. You say to your colleague, "Bob, look how mad I am." He says, "You are mad." You sit down, happy.

Posted by Evan Nichols on 1/9/08; 8:40:29 PM from the The Papa Journal dept.