Ed. Note: The following post has nothing to do with Cool Ranch Doritos™.
It seems that some of the boys in the neighborhood have been telling any one of a number of “Your mother…” jokes.
Great, right?
I know about these jokes because my sons told me one at the grocery store yesterday, only they edited it as follows:
“Hey, Mom, your cat’s so ugly that it makes the onions cry.”
I laughed, because it was funny.
And then I said, “My cat?”
They acknowledged, a bit embarrassedly, that the version they’d heard was about a mother, not a cat.
I thanked them for the edit.
The very best part of the exchange between my sons and the neighbor boys came when one of the kids started out, “Your mother’s so fat…”
At which point Joe interrupted him. “Actually, my mom’s fat because she’s pregnant.”
The kid stared at him. “It’s a joke.”
“Oh.”
(Incidentally, I love that my sons defend the momma. They are upstairs playing their extra computer minutes as we speak.)
AMDG,
Not pregnant here, but overweight nonetheless. My son got in an argument at school when the trouble maker stopped trying to get a rise out of him by calling him (my son) fat, and called me fat instead. That’s when we finally heard about the teasing and spoke to the teacher. Dh gave ds credit for sticking up for mom.
So cute! I love how they edited the joke to “your cat” and also how you caught them. Made me smile out loud.
You are a blessed mama to be so well loved and defended.
my tween-son is doing this now. It is a “boy” thing. Seems like boys just try to see what the other boy is made of. Girls can acutally be much worse by just the way they look at each other. No words needed.
Good job on your boys’ part!
I think it is a boy thing. They are just very direct. Girls can be catty and VICIOUS!
~Kathy
What sweet boys!
THAT was a funny and cute post!!! 🙂 Your cat… hahaha.
LOL Okay, so here’s to our sons defending their mommas so valiantly and earning more computer time for the love of it all. Love your posts, even the “hypothetical one” about, hmmm spicy chips. A woman doesn’t have to be pregnant to get that one. wink, wink
Your boys are *very* sweet, *very* cute, and ultra gallant.
My 5 year old Sophie did the same for me recently. Her four year old friend was convinced that I was fat. Sophie repeatedly told her that I was pregnant. Her friend couldn’t be convinced, “No, she’s just fat!”
Oh well.
With love in Christ,
katherine
Margaret,
You have such a gift of words. I’m laughing out loud at this post and reflecting my own presence to my daughter in the next. My sister and I had such a laugh when you had to “rise up and drive to Caribou”. Thanks for a smile each time I stop by and take a peak:)