Mark: So, Clementine, what do you think that mama wants for Christmas?
Clementine: A man.
Mark: A man?
Clementine: (Holding her thumb and forefinger about half an inch apart in front of her squinting eyes.) A tiny man.
She wouldn’t tell me what the little man was for, or how she’d come to find out that her mom was looking for one.
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That’s O.K. Mark — you’re tiny where it counts…
Not a good sign Mark… not a good sign at all.
I suspect the penis interpretation is correct, but she could have been saying “spiney” as in “mama needs a man with a spine.”
Tiny men make wonderful presents, but are expensive. See if she’ll settle for some sea monkeys.
I have a vague recollection that they used to sell little men on television when I was a kid. I believe they primarily cleaned toilets.
Sounds like mama wants Michael Crichton for x-mas.
Speaking of which, have you checked out the PB Wiki site? The story is coming right along.
I think I get the picture. Mama’s getting pretty tired of hearing about the little men you saw on TV who are going to clean the toilet. Time to switch off the box and do some housework, Mr. Big Man.