Two of my Sunday School kids came over tonight, showing off their laptop (which they paid for themselves allegedly – wish I had that kind of cash when I was 9 years old). Anyway, they were playing Doom and the following conversation ensued:
“Can I please have 2 piece of paper please?”
“It’s PIECES, there’s 2…don’t you know your….p…punctuation…..PUNK!”
As cruel as it sounds, watching these kids communicate to each other is like watching someone poke a sleeping tiger with a sharp stick- you know you shouldn’t look, but you stick around just to see the carnage that will ensue (with popcorn in hand of course).
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hahah classic
ahhaha i’m sorry that just seemed funny to imagine