Yes, Nancy Drew, I was also munching french-fries. I’m sort of a Francophile. Littleb was telling me about a new game he learned called Mercy. It is a game of strength over brains….
Littleb: Dad could totally beat me at Mercy.
Chicken: Are you saying I couldn’t beat you?
Littleb: Probably not. I think I could beat you. You’re so skinny.
Chicken: (raises eyebrows in surprise. Sucks in stomach) Well, that’s true, you’re probably right, I am really skinny.
Littleb: You’re not THAT skinny.
Chicken: Are you saying I’m fat.
Littleb: (laughs) No. You’re not fat.
Chicken: That’s right. I’m skinny.
Littleb: No women are fat. That would be weird.
Chicken: You are wise beyond your years, Littleb
Littleb: Dad’s fat.
Chicken: Strong, littleb. Dad’s strong and I’m skinny.
Littleb: OK. Did you remember to ask for barbecue sauce?
|I think I could take John Stamos. In a game of Mercy, I mean.|