They also make for a fabulous girl repellent. One moment he was munching on his favorite new pickle, the next he was chasing a girl around the park, yelling "Pickle Attack". It seemed that he was threatening her with its wet, smelly nature.
The girl's mom, J., turned to me and said something to the effect of.." You see what happens when your child isn't allowed to play with guns." (She failed to note that Izzy was not exactly brandishing his pickle as weaponry, nor holding it in a gun like fashion). And then she mused.."What would Freud say about this? Boy chases girl with pickle."
No matter what Freud or anyone else might say, I know I'd rather see my child brandish a pickle over a gun any day.
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What if you had to choose between a pickle and a gun that was a work of art, artisan-crafted, and locally made from recycled metals with all the sales proceeds going to research that would immediately and fully convince everyone in the world, no matter how stubborn, that mother's milk is truly superior to infant formula?
Joseph: Crafty aren't you? That's a tough call.
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