One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Seriously. One Day I'm Writing a Book.
Trot had a buddy come over around lunch today to swim and spend the night; sort of a send off to summer since he's headed back to school in a few weeks.
This friend of his goes to church with us and his Dad is a Deacon and member of the choir, so of course something Trot-esque was bound to occur.
It didn't take 5 minutes.
As Ang is talking to his Mom, Rakes is asking if he can watch violent movies and wondering what video games they have need to be put up for the night while Ang is turning what I imagine to be a vivid red. (Thankfully I'm at work while all this is going on). As they are explaining to Trot's buddy and his Mom what video games they CAN play, the following takes place.
Rakes: "We have the game Doodlebob, but Trot can't play it because he can't spell".
Trot: "Yes I can"!
Rakes: "No you can't"!
Trot: "Yes I can! I can spell ass! A.S.S."!
I've got a sinking feeling we aren't getting a Christmas card this year.