Maybe He Needs to Get Out A Bit More
There is Hubba-hubba, sitting with Mr. Personality, reading him one of his favorite books. It happens to be one of those Baby Einstein books, which I usually abhor for their bad poetry. I believe they were all written by the founder of the company, and even though she has a degree in English, you can tell that poetry was never her forte.
Anyhoo, there they are, snuggled together.
Hubba-hubba: She finds a fox/and then a beer...
Me: A what?
Hubba-hubba: (horrified) Uh, I mean, a BEAR, a bear/but can't see an elephant anywhere.
Me: Is this some not-so-subtle way of trying to tell me something?
Anyhoo, there they are, snuggled together.
Hubba-hubba: She finds a fox/and then a beer...
Me: A what?
Hubba-hubba: (horrified) Uh, I mean, a BEAR, a bear/but can't see an elephant anywhere.
Me: Is this some not-so-subtle way of trying to tell me something?
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