Friday, September 3, 2010

Check Please


"Dad? When is our dinner coming? When's my grilled cheese getting here?"

"We just ordered, Bob," said Jeff.

"It's going to be a few minutes," I said.

Bob slid out of his seat and under the table. In a moment, he reappeared on the other side of the table next to Jeff. Bob climbed on to Jeff's lap.

"Dad? Can I sit on your soldiers?"

"No, buddy."

"Your soldiers?" I said.

"He means shoulders."

"Oh. That was weird. I thought maybe 'soldiers' was a euphemism for your privates."

Jeff thought for a second. "No, but it is now."

7 comments:

  1. And sometimes, helmets are required.

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  2. thank you. i needed a new name for private parts.

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  3. Of course, privates ARE soldiers, and often called upon to stand at attention. So, it fits.

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  4. Don't know about you but I'm thinking public parts at this point. Very public parts.

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  5. It's a new code word for what's planned after Jaba goes to bed.

    Wait. That's sounds bad, too.

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