Me: Hi, dad. What are you doing?
Joe: Watching the Cubs game.
Rob [enters living room]: Why are you calling your dad during the Cubs game?
Me: He doesn’t mind.
Me to Joe: Did you see Barack Obama on Meet The Press this weekend?
Joe: I did. He was very good.
Me: I thought so, too. Rob gave him an A+.
Rob: It was just an A. And stop speaking for me.
Me: Stop interrupting my phone call.
Rob: Ask your dad when they’re coming back to visit.
Me to Joe: Rob wants to know when you’re coming to visit.
Rob: They haven’t been here in more than a year. Tell him they get an F.
Me: Rob gives you an F.
Joe: I’ll look at the calendar.
Conversation continues. Joe teaches me a new word.
Me: Bye dad.
Joe: Bye. Have a good week. Tell Rob I miss him.
Jack is TWO!
10 years ago
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My parents like my husband more than they like me. In fact, I'm pretty sure they think I'm not good enough for him...
www.kissthisguy.com (a.k.a Jimi Hendrix "'scuse me while I "kiss the sky") is all about the mondegreens!
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