Cool . . . or Moronic?
Periodically throughout the elementary years Andrew has come home with common elementary aged type jokes. Like, "Mom, you say, "Shhh," and I'll say "it." They're hilarious. I mean, I totally can't stop laughing. Hah, ha ha, haaa. . . Sometimes they get more advanced. "Mom, say "Fork" with a British accent." Now that one did entertain us for a bit, while I demonstrated my spot on British accent. Today he said, "Mom! Hahaha, say "Sofa King." Well, I'm no do-do, I thought about it first. Nothing. I couldn't think of a thing. But . . . it obviously had something, otherwise why would I say such a ridiculous thing. Finally, after minutes of waiting for me, he says, "So . . . fa king . . . " Huh. I see where he's going with that, but who walks around saying, "So f*^#ing." I pondered on this the rest of the ride home. I mean, it just doesn't make sense. We stoppe