Thursday, September 1, 2011
Daddy, My Pillow Smells
The house is dead silent as the two stare at one another for a seeming eternity that lasts all of 5 seconds.
Dad: Excuse me?
J: My pillow smells like K's vagina.
Dad: (meekly) Go to bed.
Dad: Let's go to your room.
J: Smell it.
Dad: (scared shitless and flustered) I don't think that's necessary, just go to bed (he's pleading now).
J: (yelling) I CAN'T SLEEP WITH MY PILLOW SMELLING LIKE VAGINA!
A high pitched, shrieking voice comes out of the darkness. K has awoken.
Dad: (thankfully) Smells like Downy.
Dad: Both of you go to bed right now, and I am telling your mother.
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