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Train graffiti
Another post that I would have done by voice at the time, if the damned voicepost was available.
On Tuesday, I took Sebastian with me up to Boston to spend the day with my parents. That is, he spent the day with them, and I worked. That's something we do on most Tuesdays.
Anyway, on the way up Sebastian noticed that someone had drawn something on our seat.
"Look, Daddy! What's that?"
I looked it over, and sure enough: it was a crude drawing of a dripping penis, complete with testicles. It was pointing downward, with the testicles on top.
"Um...what do you think it is, baby boy?"
"...it's a chef's hat! Right Daddy?"
I tried not to laugh. "That's right, Sebastian."
"...or maybe it's a 'T'?"
"Could be. Don't touch it."
On Tuesday, I took Sebastian with me up to Boston to spend the day with my parents. That is, he spent the day with them, and I worked. That's something we do on most Tuesdays.
Anyway, on the way up Sebastian noticed that someone had drawn something on our seat.
"Look, Daddy! What's that?"
I looked it over, and sure enough: it was a crude drawing of a dripping penis, complete with testicles. It was pointing downward, with the testicles on top.
"Um...what do you think it is, baby boy?"
"...it's a chef's hat! Right Daddy?"
I tried not to laugh. "That's right, Sebastian."
"...or maybe it's a 'T'?"
"Could be. Don't touch it."
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