I have been doing my nightly blogwalk and my almost-eleven-year-old son
who talks as fast as I do (and apparently, as we learned during an hour and fifteen minutes of parent teacher conference that my middle child does, too), about Star Wars, when one phrase stood out among all the rest:
Fast-acting, skin-stripping acid.
It just flew off his tongue, peripetetically, and he didn't even stutter.
I had to ask him to repeat it three or four times just so I could write it here.
Kid's a freakin' genius.
I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it... Gertrude Stein
10/20/2004
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