Dinner Talk

An actual conversation . . .

The family of Second Son (hereinafter known as SS) was gathered for supper.

All had been quietly and happily munching.

The meal was winding down.

Time for the most important part.

Visiting.

Youngest Son of SS (Let’s call him YSSS to be creative) was studying his father as the latter was talking.

Then, completely ignoring the ongoing conversation, he burst out with, “Dad! You have really big, black hairs in your nose!”

The current discussion derailed.

SS looked at YSSS. “Yup!” he said. “They’re like trees in there. What else would my nose beavers chew on and build stuff with?!”

YSSS’s eyes looked back and forth as his mouth hung open, speechless.

YSSS’s mother blinked and did the same.

For just a moment, all were silent at the table.

Then Only Daughter of SS (okay, yes, ODSS) spoke up. ODSS: “I’m not going to touch Dad ever again.”

Yep. ‘Nuff said.

SS and family at dinner.
Not (clearly) pictured: Nose Hairs