Here was tonight's dinner conversation while eating with a good friend:
Me: John (age 12, in Little League) is having trouble with his back.
Birk (age 7): His coach told mommy to have him go home and have two beers and a hot tub.
Good Friend: What?!? What did your mommy say?
Birk: Mommy told the coach that she told John he could have a hot bath and a margarita.
John: Yeah, and the coach said that margaritas don't work because kids don't usually like them.
Oh, boy.
2 comments:
Uh-oh...don't conversations like this make you wonder why you were ever in a hurry for them to talk?! LOL
You're not kidding, Helene! Sometimes I wonder why I let MYSELF ever speak in public, too!
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