My wife and I were watching the coverage of Saddam's capture yesterday afternoon. They were showing th epictures of the army medic examining Saddam. My daughter wandered in and sat down. The screen changed back to the talking head, who babbled unintelligently.
My daughter asks, "What is wrong wif that man?
"Who, honey?"
"The man wif the beard."
"Oh, he's evil and crazy."
"No, what was wrong wif his froat? Does he have strep
froat, or laryngitis?"
At this point, we busted out laughing. She had not cared who he was, or that we were at war with him -- she was only interested in what was wrong with this throat. I guess she'll make a better doctor than I would have.
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