Wednesday, February 01, 2006

How Much Is a "Fousand"?

I'm sitting here, trying to work through a client's project, and my son came up to give me "an affectionate squeeze." He learned the words in his "Corduroy" book. After squeezing the life out of me, he asks, "What's an affectionate squeeze, anyway?" I tell him it's a hug that's full of love. "Right!" he says. "An' I gave you a hug that was full of a hundred-fousand percent LOVE!"

Somehow the sink full of dishes and the trash waiting to be taken out and the stack of bills don't matter for the moment.