Tonight was the 7th night of Hanukkah. Son #2 received a giant stuffed dog.
"What will you name your dog, Son?"
"Hmmmm . . . Softie. 'Cause he's so soft."
"Ok . . . "
"Oh, and Spot. Softie Spot. 'Cause he has a spot."
"Ok . . . "
"Oh, and Bally."
"Bally?"
"Yeah, 'cause he likes balls."
Son #1 does not see Son #2 holding up a tennis ball. He drops on the floor in a fit of laughter.
"Bally? 'Cause he likes balls? (Fits of uncontrollable laughter, again) I hope he's a girl . . . "
Not quite ready for the inappropriate humor. Still, I had to turn my head to keep from chuckling . . .
Respectfully submitted,
The Wife
2 comments:
This ain't helping your argument. Just sayin'.
(word verification = rents -- noice!)
Hahahahah! Your youngest sounds like mine.
He's got an army of webkinz with names similar to Softy Spot Bally!
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