Nothing special was had since we had our blowout party last year for Katie's 30th/my golden birthday. So had some grum, grum, yum, yum babidy back ribs, cooked reeeeeaaallll slow so the fat melts away and all you are left with his bovine delish-ishness, grilled cornz on the cobs with fresh chili lime butter, homemade po-tato salad, the baked beans, and home made peach cobbler. Somewhere, Paula Dean wept with joy.
The XXX nature of this post brings to light two fairly recent conversations I had with my boys that are worth sharing.
First was during a recent road trip to Chicago while the boys were watching Shrek 2 for the first time. We explained there is a new character in this one called "Puss and Boots". When the Zorro like cat appeared on the show the boys were excited and watched intently in silence until Tom eventually exclaimed, "I like Puss and Hoots". "So do I," I vehemently exclaimed. Bwahahahahahha!
Second: Tonight I was having musical instruments night with the boys and they saw my old French Horn to which the following conversation ensued:
Tom: "Dad, play your French Horn"
Joe: "Yeah, I like the French Horn"
Peter enters the room after being in partial earshot of the conversation.
Peter: "I like French Porn".
A good laugh. Yes?