Mad Rhymes

Our house is not without its arguments.  Not by a long shot.  And we're loud, we Parsons.  And there happens to be this amazing chair in the living room that all the male types LOVE to sit in.  It's pretty much an Archie Bunker chair, personality-wise, not appearance-wise.  So when the nightly vying for the privilege to sit upon it broke out once again, one line stuck out and filled me with delight.


Little guy:  "I don't care if it's your chair. I was already there!  Dang it...why do I always rhyme?!?!"


He's a poet and didn't mean to be one...or something like that.