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Just getting a few things down.

Garlic punched my ticket

Thursday, April 28, 2005

So we're sitting having stir-fry last night and Kirstie finds a big chunk of garlic, which she loves.

"I love garlic," she says. See, I told you.

Then she looks at me and says, "What is it garlic does?"

She asks this because I'm always telling the kids the health benefits of vegetables. I'm a really good dad, me, and always interesting company. Honestly.

Anyway, this time I say, "It works in the ticket office at the station."

There's a pause and then she says, "You're weird."
posted by Graham, 5:41 AM

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