Deuce and I are out front watering plants this morning when I informed him that tomorrow is Mother's Day.
Looking up at me with a concerned look he says, "Oh, really?! Dang, we need to get you something then."
Patting him on the head I say, "Yes, sweetie. You better get something good too," and keep watering the plants.
Obviously putting some hard thinking into this, he says, "But not a boob cup."
Puzzled, I look down and him, shut the hose off and say, "Dude. What in the world is a boob cup?!"
Straight-faced and dead serious, Deuce looks up at me and says, "When we were in Florida, Bonus and I found a coffee cup with boobs on it. He said it was a joke but I don't think you would like a boob cup."
Boob cups. The gift that keeps on giving, apparently.
But, no, they are not funny.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
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