The other day we all arrived home at the same time. I had picked Ceres up from school and Dave was finished working for the day. I noticed my husband looked tired and grumpy. Nevertheless, I was happy to see him. As he stumbled toward the front door, I addressed him.
Me: "I honey, you're home!"
Mr. Grumpy Pants: "Grumble, grumble."
Me: "I see that you come home to your family with and smile on your face and a spring in your step."
MGP: "Grumble, grumble."
At this point Ceres, my dear teenager, has lugged his cello out of the back of the car and chimes in.
Ceres: ". . . and a fart in your butt."
MGP: (smiles)
My dear husband's sour mood is lifted.
And I can't stop laughing.
The dreaded teenager years are turning out to be quite entertaining.
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3 comments:
Hahaha! THat is great. Nothin' like that father-son connection eh? Bet it would have taken you a while to come up with that uplifting line? HAha! And lunch, when are you free!? I would like to treat you at mi casa. :)
Haha! Ceres totally earned some cool points with that comment....hahaha. I'll have to remember that one.
ahhhhh, boys and their funny bathroom humor. And we still think its funny too :D
I think I mentioned this before, but...your knitting is A-MAZING!
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