I told him that was not a movie for children only mommies and daddies. (Is that how you spell those?) He was disappointed because apparently he had been watching that movie for a while. I said no more and that was the end of it...or so I thought.
We were out at dinner the other night and right in the middle of dinner he turns to me and says in a whisper:
Daddy? What did the Cowboy in the red shirt mean when he said, "What of a bits?
Needless to say I was ROFLMAO. I explained to him that was a bad word and that was why he couldn't watch the movie.
Madison had a slumber party for her 9th birthday last Friday. Ian and I left on a guys night out. We ate at 5 guys burgers just to keep the mood. We drove over to Mom and Dad's to spend the night in the camper and watch Master and Commander. On the way over the traffic was horrible. Grapefest was going on and it was raining. Needless to say, the bad drivers were out in force. During the drive I said to Ian there sure were a lot of people out tonight. From the backseat looking out the window and without skipping a beat he said, "And a lot of morons."
I guess they do listen.
I told this story to my brother Steve and he said one day they were going to school and some bozo cut Steve off. About 2 minutes later Christian asked:
Dad? What does funky moron mean?"
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