half full, half empty
We arrived home late the other night. Fuss exited the car and gazed skyward, exclaiming
"Dada...LOOK! It's a FULL MOON. You know what that means!"
"What?" I inquired
He gave me a wide-eyed stare, proclaiming in a definitive tone
I expressed concern, and he comforted me thusly:
"Don't worry, Dada....he doesn't go very many places. Mostly just empty haunted houses, not where people LIVE."
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