12-22-2004, 02:06 PM
And sometimes they say them at the darnest times - my firstborn son was much enamoured of his truck collection. He played with them quite a lot when about your son's age. However, he called them frucks.
Nothing like strolling down the street and having your son explode into joy at the sight of a fire truck, screaming "Fruck! Fruck!" at the top of his lungs. :rolleyes:
Nothing like strolling down the street and having your son explode into joy at the sight of a fire truck, screaming "Fruck! Fruck!" at the top of his lungs. :rolleyes:
And you may call it righteousness
When civility survives,
But I've had dinner with the Devil and
I know nice from right.
From Dinner with the Devil, by Big Rude Jake
When civility survives,
But I've had dinner with the Devil and
I know nice from right.
From Dinner with the Devil, by Big Rude Jake