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.
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| SS and family at dinner. Not (clearly) pictured: Nose Hairs |
LOL! Oh, I wish I had seen the look on YSSS's face! That must have been priceless.
ReplyDeleteMethinks a chip off the old (Husby) block . . .? Too funny ;)
ReplyDeleteWhich reminds me of a dreadful joke which did the rounds here.
ReplyDeleteWhere do flies go in winter?
Up men's noses. You know because you can see the legs hanging down.
Your family obviously inherited your creativity and way with words. Dinners would never be dull.
Where do you get this stuff from? Oh yes, real life. Nose beavers! I'll be laughing about this for days.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha! Some great dinnertime conversation!
ReplyDeleteMight I suggest a nose hair trimmer as a Christmas gift?
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