Today at the bus stop, the kids and I were singing Christmas carols. (Carols before Thanksgiving is normally a punishable offense around here, but they need to practice for a holiday play they're in.)
NB interrupted to ask, "What's a French ent?"
A what?
NB: "You know, 'on the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three French ents.' How is a French ent different from a regular ent?"
(If you're having trouble remembering what an ent is, refresh your memory here.)
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French ents make about as much sense as a partridge in a pear tree. :-)
Kristi
Maybe France is where all the girl ents went. Maybe the entwives had a secret love for cheese.
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