When the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Boy #2 (to Boy #1 who was antagonizing him on the ride home from Monday night dinner:)
"I hate when you freaking tell me what to freaking do."
My Lovely Bride:
"You like that word, 'freaking', don't you.
Boy #2:
I don't really mean freaking you know. I mean the other F word. But I can't say that one...
Me:
My Lovely Bride:
Well that is a better choice than the other F word.
Me:
laughter...
#fatheroftheyear
Until I BLOG again...they point the cannon at you.
"I hate when you freaking tell me what to freaking do."
My Lovely Bride:
"You like that word, 'freaking', don't you.
Boy #2:
I don't really mean freaking you know. I mean the other F word. But I can't say that one...
Me:
My Lovely Bride:
Well that is a better choice than the other F word.
Me:
laughter...
#fatheroftheyear
Until I BLOG again...they point the cannon at you.
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