A Little Help Goes a Long Way
A lady stopped by at my office the other day, her young child in tow. He was complaining, because he wanted (for unknown reasons) to go to the first floor, and she was saying they didn’t have time and had to go home. I looked up. To save the day, you know, for that is my wont.
I must have looked particularly bushy-tailed, for he looked at me with his full attention.
“Forget the first floor,” I said, earning his mother’s gratitude. “The ninth floor has the dragon!”
“Oh, thanks,” his mother said, over his eager eyes and arm yanks. But I think she did not mean it.
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Stumble It!
Draco dormiens nunquam titilliandus.
That is hilarious. And a little… ouch. If you know what I mean. (But don’t ask me what I meant, ’cause I don’t know…)
Heh.
Perhaps it is coincidence she’s not returned… Or maybe I didn’t help that much after all. 
I love kids…
I love this post! You are so evil
He begged me to tell him more about the dragon and I told him I would–if he survived the encounter.
That day on the way home, I was chuckling over this and then I suddenly realized he might come back (if his mom let him) and then he’d want to know more. So I was forced to make up a whole dragon story for him, just in case.
Unfortunately, a week has passed and I’ve forgotten the story. 
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