When Maura was six, we took a trip to Paris. We pulled Maura out of school for a few days, but no worries, the teacher said she'd learn more about culture and history in Paris than in first grade. We saw the Effel Tower. We walked along the Seine River. We saw the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo. After we'd been in the Louve for about an hour, Maura sat down on a bench with her Daddy.
Maura: Can we go soon?
Daddy: Are you tired of the museum, honey?
Maura: Well, Daddy, I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything, but I'm kinda tired of looking at all these penises.
Death-defying Muttering
5 years ago
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