the mumbly generation

miscommunication can be funny…

…so today i had to get the boy from school ’cause my mother-in-law had knee surgery so the ufc was dealing with that.

as we left the school he asked if i owned anything “robe-ish”. i asked, “like a bathrobe?” and he said, “yeah – because tomorrow we can dress up and BUT we can’t do masks or face paint or anything that hides who we are, so i wanna be a raper!”.

i froze not sure how to respond and simply got out, “come again?”.

the boy continued, “well, you know how school is basically hell for children?”

uh-huh…

“and the office is basically the center of hell…”

…uh-huh…

“and i work in the office seventh period, so i basically work for the devil…”

…uh-huh…

“and who brings the souls of the little children to the devil? the grip REAPER!”

“holy FUCKIN’ hell, now i feel better about this!“, i yelled.

“why? what’d i say the first time?”, he inquired. and when i told him, he flipped.

“oh HELL no! totally not me! you know better than that!”

and that’s how you know you’ve raised a good one…