He, my erstwhile protector, has come back to me for math help. Yesterday, as we were working on his assignment, he mumbled to himself....
Me: Sorry?
He: I am saying that books just gives you problems.
(pause)
He: When I have a wife, I will tell her, 'You are a math book.'
(pause)
He: 'Math. Book.'
Later...
Me: I can NOT figure this out. I'm sorry.
He: You're having math book.
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