C went to a birthday party yesterday and came home with one of the hollow legs off the donkey-shaped pinata.
Tonight he had it on his arm and was gimping around the house on all fours like an extra in the land-of-play scene from a theatrical revival of Pinocchio.
"I'm turning into a donkey!" he mused.
"No you're not," said H. "You're turning into a pinata."
song: Horse with No Name • artist: America
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Clever H.
H is just very, very literal.
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