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A Henry funny

A story relayed from Tim, on the road in South Dakota...
It may be particularly humorous for those of you intimately familiar with the movie Shrek.

Tim and Henry have been exploring nature this week during their vacation. At one point, Henry picked up a rock. It was the type of rock that you could actually peel back pieces of, to get to what's underneath. Tim explained that the rock had layers.

Henry looked up at Tim inquisitively and then said, "Daddy, onions have layers."

A pause. Then Henry followed up with, "And ogres have layers, you know."

If he learns Shakespeare the way he memorizes cartoon movies, we have a budding thespian in our midst. Or perhaps a stand-up comedian.

By the way, here's the exchange from the film:
Shrek: Ogres are like onions.
Donkey: They stink?
Shrek: Yes. No.
Donkey: Oh, they make you cry.
Shrek: No.
Donkey: Oh, you leave em out in the sun, they get all brown, start sproutin' little white hairs.
Shrek: NO. Layers. Onions have layers. Ogres have layers. Onions have layers. You get it? We both have layers.
[sighs]
Donkey: Oh, you both have layers. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions.

Comments

Crystal said…
Is it totally sad that I knew exactly where the conversation was going when you said Tim explained to him that the rock had layers?!!? Maybe I watch too many movies with my kids.... :)

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