______ Clops

on the drive to the store Fuss was waxing rhapsodic with a small stuffed sheep in the back seat.

Covering one eye:
"Dada, look!  It's a CYCLOPS!"

Covering two eyes:
"Dada!   NO-CLOPS!"

Surprise finish:
"Dada!  Dada!  Look!"

I look, he's just holding up the sheep with a barely restrained smile on his mug.

"What's that?"  I ask, all unwitting.

"Called a BI-CLOPS! Hahahahahahaha!"

Smarty pants.

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