Now, I'm a large, powerful guy; Abouts 1.85 meters and 280 pounds, to be precise. I'm capable of smashing wooden doors, knocking people across a big room and breaking arms at the joints like twigs. I'm not voilent, though. And I'm glad I'm not, especially in light of something that happened to me recently. Something I wish to share with you...
I was strolling through a nearby mall recently, pleased with myself for finally getting my hands on a few issues of the GTO manga (love it, by the way), when a little lad of three-or-five in a stroller-esque contraption was rolling along with his parents. As they passed, the little boy turned to me and said: "Hello, Mr. Elephant".
I flinched.
Then I stopped for a few seconds.
Then I laughed out loud and got some meat pies.
I love little kids these days. Does anyone else have any little-kid endeavors to share?
I was strolling through a nearby mall recently, pleased with myself for finally getting my hands on a few issues of the GTO manga (love it, by the way), when a little lad of three-or-five in a stroller-esque contraption was rolling along with his parents. As they passed, the little boy turned to me and said: "Hello, Mr. Elephant".
I flinched.
Then I stopped for a few seconds.
Then I laughed out loud and got some meat pies.
I love little kids these days. Does anyone else have any little-kid endeavors to share?







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