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Don't Talk to Inanimate Objects You Don't Know

"Wait a minute Dad, I need to buckle up Back Pack before we go!"

"Good idea, she needs to be safe."

"It's a HE dad.  He needs to be safe."

"Oh, of course."

"His name is Gold, because gold is yellow like Back Pack."

"Makes sense." "Hello Gold, how are you today?"


"Um.  Dad.  He can't hear you.  He's a backpack."

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  1. June Freaking CleaverApril 25, 2011 at 6:07 AM

    I blame it all on Blue's Clues - where all the inanimate objects were named.

    Or maybe it started with Pee Wee's Playhouse?

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  2. Lisa Page RosenbergApril 25, 2011 at 8:03 AM

    I'm inanimate as ever on the Monday morning and I still get to be called, "Mom."
    xo

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  3. Kristina P.April 25, 2011 at 8:09 AM

    Ha! Love it!

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  4. HeidiApril 25, 2011 at 9:24 AM

    Snort, guffaw.

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  5. M-CatApril 26, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    Sounds just like a typical morning in my car on the way to school as well.

    Kids are so funny sometimes

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  6. KatApril 28, 2011 at 6:49 AM

    Hilarious!

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