Monday, February 21, 2011

Our own Mentalist




The other day


Nate: Mom, look into my eyes. I'm going to hypnotize you.

Robyn: Ok. Go for it.

Nate: You are getting sleepy, sleepy, sleepy. Now when I snap my fingers, you are NOT going to make Nate go to swimming today. OK?

Robyn: Hmm.

Nate (hopeful): Did it work, Mom? I'm not going to swimming, right?

Robyn: Wrong. Go get your stuff on.

Nate: Well you can't blame a guy for trying.

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