I gave my friend The Creep some Play-Doh for his third birthday. While watching him play with it I witnessed this exchange between him and his mom:
Creep: Look, Mama! I made a birthday cake!
MamaGrouch: That's great, bud! Are you going to pretend to eat it?
Creep: It's Play-Doh, Mama.
Wow. Nothin' like bein' schooled by a pre-schooler.
The New PostSecret Book
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