From the Random, Mixed-Up Files of Mr. Lyle S. Frankweiler

Me, wishing we were having something other than pasta for dinner tonight:  “Wow, do you smell that, Lyle?  Someone’s grilling meat outside.  It smells really good! I think it’s steak.”

Lyle, looking up from his trains: “Hmm.  I think it smells like an anchorman.”

Me, sure I’d heard wrong:  “A what?”

Lyle: “An anchorman.”

Me, stunned: “Lyle, do you know what an anchorman is?”

Lyle, definitively: “Yes!  It’s someone who sells ink.”

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4 responses to “From the Random, Mixed-Up Files of Mr. Lyle S. Frankweiler

  1. Hmmm…don’t you wish you cold get inside their little heads to understand where this stuff comes from?? LOL

  2. Okay. I really needed this laugh out loud post this morning. Thanks for the chuckle.

  3. Okay, that’s NUTS. I do believe he could have even grilled up that ink-selling anchorman.

  4. one thing is for sure: he belongs to no other family than ours.

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