Dinner time in our house is family time. Gathering around the table at the end of the day, it’s a chance for everyone to talk about their day, discuss current events, and share a laugh.
Tonight was started out no different from any other night. Then, a comedian was born.
Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Final is playing in the background. Yes, I allow this. Why? Because, it’s the cup!
A beer commercial comes on the television. Teenage son is triggered to tell us what he learned today in sex-ed class. He tells us how they learned alcohol impairs sexual performance. I am not old enough to have this conversation. I could be 100 years old and not be old enough to have this conversation with my son.
Somehow we move on to monkeys, which leads to Michael Jackson having Bubbles the chimp. Don’t ask. We have strange conversations. Teenager makes a comment about not making fun of Michael Jackson. Husband replies about not liking him.
Kiddo is insulted, “how can you not like him?”
Husband replies back, “well, he liked little boys.”
Without missing a beat, and with perfect timing and voice inflection, kiddo retorts “was he catholic?”
Wonder if the kid needs an agent?