Last night at dinner, Spilly said, "I had a dream about Michael Jackson. He was over for a play date."
"Really? What happened?"
"We were playing in my room, me and Michael Jackson and Donna." (Donna is Spills' best friend/worst enemy, depending on what other factors are at play on any given day.)
"Were you having fun?"
"Yeeeesss.....except Donna kept talking to Michael Jackson and he wasn't paying any attention to me."
"Oh no."
"But I solved it. I started singing 'Billie Jean.' And Michael Jackson said, 'Hey! That's my song!'"
Friday, January 8, 2010
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