what did ya learn in kindergarten today, little h?

 h:  Oh, the human body.  You know. . . like, oh, what is that thing that pee-tects your brain?
 
mom:  Your skull?

h:  Yes.  The skull.  I learned about the skull.  B-I-S-T, skull.

mom:  [smile]

h:  Oh, no.  Did I spell it wrong?!

you asked for it. . .

For ages, people have been saying I should write a book with all of little h’s quotes.  I can’t really fathom an editor looking at my 23+ pages of scribbles of little H-isms and saying, “YES! This is just the manuscript we’ve been looking for! 

We were at a party once, and little H introduced himself by extending his cute (and probably filthy) little hand and saying, “Hello, my name is little h dot com.  Yep, that’s right, I am my very own dot com.” Sadly, his site is not little h dot com because someone else is occupying that moniker (with a blank blog – argh) and he or she hasn’t responded to my polite request that he/she give up the name so that someone else could make it the fabulous blog that it’s name would indicate.

You can also follow little h on twitter, but alas, the user name little h was occupied there, as well.  Who know there were so many little h’s in the world? I bet none of them can hold a candle to our own little h, but maybe I’m biased.  Anywho . . . you can find little h on twitter as “lowercaseh”

I will be using material from the ever-growing word file I have that goes back to h’s early days and mixing it in with up to the minute quotes.  Retro, or, to borrow one of his favorite phrases, old-school little h was just as funny as present-day little h.

Without further adieu, on with the show and onto quote #1:
“The password if you want to see my butt is ‘banana peel’ and the password if you want to see me pick my nose is ‘banana poopy butt.”