Sunday, January 4, 2009

On the Seventh Day of Christmas. . .

My true love gave to me
Seven swans a swimming.

Emilie: Uh, Dharma? Where are the other five swans?

Dharma: Oh, no, Mommy. I ate them! I thought they were snacks, not props. But they weren't nearly as yummy as the French hens. Do we have any more of those?

Just kidding. Actually, the "swans" are little scented soaps. And there were only two of them to begin with. Honest.

1 comment:

TemporaryLibrarian said...

She's a great model and a convincing actress - I thought for sure she'd eaten the other swans!