Jeff just finished giving Biscuit a bath. He combed Biscuit's hair, then had the following conversation:
Jeff: With your hair combed like that, you look sharp, boy.
Biscuit: No, Dad. I'm not sharp. Scissors are sharp. I'm not scissors.
Biscuit was wearing a float that goes around his arms and his chest, but I'm guessing if he can spend a little more time with his cousins, we won't need to check into swimming lessons!
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