Sunday, January 4, 2009

Overheard at Dinner...

From The Boy:
"Hey, dad? You know what you oughta do? You oughta un-marry mommy and marry a hottie".

Yeah.

I very nearly narfed spaghetti...

That is all.

14 comments:

Home on the Range said...

I hope Mom didn't hear that one.

:-)

I would have had a hard time swallowing with that one. hehehe

agg79 said...

Yea, but, even though you hand no input or hand in generating that observation, those statements will get you in hot water with Ms G. That's when you are reminded that "he's your son".

Makes a daddy proud...

JD said...

Why do the words "anything you say can and will be used against you" come to mind?

Anonymous said...

Anyone want to give odds on the boy living to see 10?

Bob said...

Was Mommy at the table when Darling Boy said this?

Jay G said...

Brigid,

Unfortunately, she was sitting right there...

Agg79,

Oh, believe me, it's already been declared my fault...

JD,

Heh...

Ross,

Oh, he'll do just fine.

It's when he's 13/14 and brings the first girl home that he's going to pay for such impudent remarks...

:)

Bob,

Sadly, yes.

And of course, *I* caught hell!

Unknown said...

oh dear.

New Jovian Thunderbolt said...

Proper answer, since Missus G was there:

"But son, your mom is a hottie!"

Jay G said...

That's exactly how I answered, actually.

Mom G. didn't raise no dummy...

Mike W. said...

Oh god that's great!

Oh, and props for the use of "narfed" in a blog post. Pinky would be impressed.

blogger said...

Time to have The Talk with the boy. Not the birds and bees, of course, but how the fairer sex can cause pain in so many ways.

;-)

RW said...

Nice recovery, Jay.

Since I'm a married dude as well, I know that you were flabbergasted at even the thought of trading in 'old faithful' for a newer & sleeker model, preferably a 36-24-36 American made Nymph model via the "farmer's daughter" dealership. Then again, why trade for something that's ready to burn rubber when you can stay with the one that has all the miles, the dings, the knocks, makes annoying sounds all the time, is never satisfied with how you treat it, costs more every year to maintain & never wants to turn over whenever you try to get 'er to start?

Lord knows the thought's never crossed my mind, either. :) {I kid, honey, honestly}

phlegmfatale said...

That boy ain't right.

Anonymous said...

Heck, that boy is jest fine. He recognized there is a difference between the marrying kind and the partying kind. And also recognized that mommy was the marrying kind.
Take it as a compliment.

You have other adventures in parenting ahead of you. I recall my son arriving home from first grade one day, and calling very loudly to me down the street, "Hey Dad, why are the 4th graders on the bus saying condoms are gross?"
The several other neighbors out working on their yards like me, looked at me expectantly for the answer, but I waited until sonny got into the house with me to explain....