Thursday, September 8, 2011

It's Time for a Game! WHEE!

Anyone out there read The New Yorker? Yeah, me neither. I'm not such a fan. But the MiL subscribes to it, so she reads it, and A. will sometimes read it as well. My interest in it is pretty much satisfied by a cursory flip through it after rescuing it from the clutches of Cubby the Destroyer before he can tear the latest issue to shreds.

I guess he's not such a fan either.

ANYWAY.

Every issue of the magazine has this thing where the readers can submit their own captions for an un-captioned cartoon, and then in the next issue the best captions are printed in the magazine. I always find those captions to be somewhat lame. I think to myself, "I bet MY brilliant readers could do so much better than that." I mean, these are the people that brought us the Slippery Slope and Grasshole. Clever, without doubt.

Never mind that The New Yorker has about a million readers and I have about a hundred. That doesn't matter. What matters is quality, not quantity.

So, poppets! Sharpen up your rapier wits, and caption this photo:


13 comments:

  1. Wool...Where's the wool? It's gotta be on him somewhere. OR Whew, those cotton diapers sure do stink. Can't we get this boy some wool pants?

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  2. Circle the sheep! Circle the sheep! Lost toddler, I repeat, lost toddler!

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  3. "Take me to your leader."

    Captioning before coffee is dangerous. =)

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  4. Sheesh this counting sheep business just to take a nap is ridiculous!

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  5. This little piggy went to market.....(snicker,snicker)....this little piggy stayed home......

    Beth

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  6. Cubby had a little lamb..or four!

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  7. I'm not creative enough to come up with a cute caption but this picture is just adorable!!!

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  8. Hey, fellows, leave some for me!!

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  9. MOM!!???? When will there be kids to play with?

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  10. Hey--what do EWE want?

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  11. I told you I saw some grass in there.

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  12. To quote my 6 year old niece who lives with too many dogs, "MOM, why am I the only kid in this family that's a kid?"

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