1) While travelling the other day, the topic of conversation veered from mammals feeding their young to egg-laying animals to humans consuming eggs ...
Mom: Some people have omelettes for breakfast.
Kiddo: I know I know! They have cheerios in them, don't they?
Mom and Dad: What??!!
Kiddo: Well, you string the cheerios and ...
OK, What's The Good Word?
2) A short time later, after being bored at being quizzed, the kiddo goes: I am tired of questions.
Mom says: Let's reverse the situation and you ask me questions.
Kiddo: How many quarts in a gallon?
Mom and Dad (aka true-believers-of-the-good-old-SI-system-in-spite-of-a-combined-three-decades-in-this-land-of-the-FPS-system):
Kiddo: OK then, how many litters in one thousand gallons?
Mom (Counts fast, anxious to beat out Dad): o-n-e-t-h-o-u...
Dad (Does his best imitation of ROTFL while driving), while mentally thinking "what a language! Litters, letters, litres and liters!!"
3) After the entire family has (unwittingly or witlessly, whichever you think fits the situation) taken a bath in the Kali river rapids boat ride (Magic Kingdom), Dad stands over stroller as rest of the family is in the restroom doing as best they can to dry themselves off without change of clothes. At that moment (aka à¤à¤¨à¤µà¤•à¥à¤¤à¤ªà¤°), another couple walks towards the restroom as drenched as the First Family (of this Blog). Now, among the park visitors, most of whom were prescient enough to have got, brought or bought ponchos, this couple stood out like a pair of sore thumbs.
Dad: Looks like we were in the same boat.
Sore thumbs: No, I don't recall seeing you in our boat!!
Dad (looks away; unfortunately, ROTFLing is not an option in the murky waters)
Mom: Some people have omelettes for breakfast.
Kiddo: I know I know! They have cheerios in them, don't they?
Mom and Dad: What??!!
Kiddo: Well, you string the cheerios and ...
OK, What's The Good Word?
2) A short time later, after being bored at being quizzed, the kiddo goes: I am tired of questions.
Mom says: Let's reverse the situation and you ask me questions.
Kiddo: How many quarts in a gallon?
Mom and Dad (aka true-believers-of-the-good-old-SI-system-in-spite-of-a-combined-three-decades-in-this-land-of-the-FPS-system):
Kiddo: OK then, how many litters in one thousand gallons?
Mom (Counts fast, anxious to beat out Dad): o-n-e-t-h-o-u...
Dad (Does his best imitation of ROTFL while driving), while mentally thinking "what a language! Litters, letters, litres and liters!!"
3) After the entire family has (unwittingly or witlessly, whichever you think fits the situation) taken a bath in the Kali river rapids boat ride (Magic Kingdom), Dad stands over stroller as rest of the family is in the restroom doing as best they can to dry themselves off without change of clothes. At that moment (aka à¤à¤¨à¤µà¤•à¥à¤¤à¤ªà¤°), another couple walks towards the restroom as drenched as the First Family (of this Blog). Now, among the park visitors, most of whom were prescient enough to have got, brought or bought ponchos, this couple stood out like a pair of sore thumbs.
Dad: Looks like we were in the same boat.
Sore thumbs: No, I don't recall seeing you in our boat!!
Dad (looks away; unfortunately, ROTFLing is not an option in the murky waters)
