One of the little boys that lives on my street just came over holding one of the tiniest water balloons I have ever seen in his hand. He is about 5 years old or so... He rang the door bell and I answered the door. Our conversation was as follows:

Him (mumbling): I am selling this water balloon because I am so poor.
Me: Wha... What?!?!
Him: Would you like to buy a water balloon?
Me: Umm... How much are you selling it for?
Him: Well... Ten Bucks!
Me: Sorry.

and I closed the door.

Aren't little boys soooo cute?!?!


Terri said...

Seriously. That. is. funny.