So we’re all sitting around the kitchen table settling down to a big bag of choke-and-puke (what my father has always called fast food) for the first time in several weeks. Me, The Boy, Girlie-Girl and Momma. It’s a lovely setting with good behavior and innocent discussions about our days when Momma suddenly comments to the boy, “Wow! You’ve got some big bags under your eyes!”
Not to be left alone in the boat, The Boy looks to Girlie-Girl and declares, “So does she! And Daddy, too!”
Striving quickly to keep from being left out of the fun, Girlie-Girl says, “And Momma’s got bags too.”
Unable to constrain myself, I look at my wife and say, “Yes, but we call those fun-bags.”
Fortunately for me, Momma wasn’t chewing at the time and I was saved from a spray.
I’m just waiting from a call from school with the teacher talking about how Topher commented on her’s or another teacher’s “Fun Bags.”
I really need to work on that brain to mouth filter.
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