L: Daddy! Guess what?
L: Guess what Mommy told me I could do with my truck?
Me: Was it printable?
Shortly thereafter, L is hanging over my left shoulder, staring at my computer screen.
Me: Please don't stand there staring at my screen.
- L moves to the other side -
Pygment: Now you're standing over Daddy's *other* shoulder.
L: You're not helping!
(While shoveling I tried unsuccessfully to filk on the following theme:
I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas
One where I don't have to shovel every thing I know.)