We stopped by our friends’ house yesterday and I talked to a couple four-year-old-boys playing in the sandbox. One of the boys had a sucker that had gotten coated with sand.
Me: Mmm, sand, that’s my favorite flavor.
Russell: Do you want it?
Me: No thanks, I just ate a bunch of sand before I came over here.
Sebastian: Did you eat Sephie’s purple sand? [Editor’s note: My daughter has a box full of purple sand, a gift from her grandmother.]
Me: Yes, I ate it all up, it was yummy.
Russell: Are you just joking with us?
Me: Yes, I’m just kidding.
Sebastian: I don’t really get that joke.
Me: Well… it’s just a ridiculous thing to say, because people don’t really eat sand.
Russell: I do!
And with that, he opened wide and poured a full bucket of sand into his mouth.
So, these kids have mutated into Silicon-based lifeforms?
I guess it was coming…
I heard the Grateful Dead had a contract rider that all the quartz had to be removed.