The Mayor has a big, lima bean shaped head.
Last night as I lay in bed, I reached up to feel my own head.
[Oh, what? You never feel your head?]
“I have a lima bean shaped head,” I said to K. “I guess that’s where he gets it from.”
K reached over and felt
my huge brain container the bulbous back of my head.
“You DO have a lima bean shaped head,” he said mirthfully.I looked at him.
“Well. So? You have a HUGE block head.”
“Legume!” he taunted.
“Oaf!” I retorted.Oh, the love.