Thursday, January 3, 2008

It's The Small Things

Overheard at my dinner table:

Oldest son, clutching steak knife: "Dad, when I stab you I'll use a sharper blade so it's quicker and less painful."

Me, a little choked up: "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in ages. You're the best son a father could ask for."

Middle son: "What about me? I can stab you."

Me: "You're a good boy too."

Lovely Bride: Soft mewling.


fish said...

It must be lovely to have children that love you so much. All I get is clay ashtrays.

Jennifer said...

Guess you won't be needing that new liver. You're not going to live long enough! And I'm thinking they'll be the ones to sell your kidneys, the kidneys they've removed!

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

"Can we have your liver then?"

Snag said...

You know what kind of shards you can get from a clay ashtray? I'd watch it if I were you.

Nobody would want my liver, except as a scientific curiousity. Or a sponge.

fish said...

I think they thought they were making clay-mores.