Monday, July 31, 2006


We're digging a hole on the beach, it's probably about 5 feet deep. A boy, probably about 9 walks over.

Boy: What are you doing?

Brother 1: Digging a hole to China.

Boy: You can't dig to China.

Brother 1: Yes you can, we're going to do it. We're going to meet Santa on the way.

Boy: Santa doesn't exist.

Brother 1: Yes he does, and on the way, we're going to meet with the Easter Bunny, and cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunt, the Tooth Fairy too. What's your name?

Boy: Zack.

Brother 2: Did you say Izzack?

Zack: No, Zack.

Brother 2: Oh good, 'cause that would be weird, if your name was Izzack.

Zack: Can I help you guys dig?


John said...

That's wonderful and amazing.

Zacki said...

wow...bizarre...perhaps in backwards land I could be Izack. Great blog BTW