This morning, my daughter asked for a doughnut. I said no. So she asked again and again and again, seeking a different answer *. I guess she figures she'll just keep asking until she gets the answer she likes.
But then, she is 7.
Update:
Ok I lied. After the tenth time she asked, I broke down sobbing and admitted that Bush had lied; it was blood for oil, and that by supporting him, we were going to be rewarded -although I still haven't figured out if I'm a "have" or a "have more." Regardless, soon we are going to be VERY VERY rich - I think we get our own oil well or something. And, I get my own little Iraqi boy to help around the house. I SO need that.
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