A conversation about a local politician, while sitting around the dinner table at my parent’s house…
Grandpa: “If he were a member of the royal family, he’d be the Prince of Perjury.”
Xavier: “Grandpa…we’re eating, please don’t talk about throwing up, it’s not appropriate.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
Fantastic.
Please invite me to one meal with your family – I need to experience this hilarity in person. I’ll bring chocolate covered halvah.
Done! 🙂
Bless his heart. Perhaps it’s time to introduce him to the fine game of “Word of the Day”. Basically it’s teaching them a new word every day.
My step-father and I used to do that at supper from the time I was 14 to 18. Rather amazing even today how many words I recognize from Merriam-Webster’s Daily Word because of it.
His vocabulary is actually well into 12th grade, but he missed this one. I’m just impressed he knew purging.
I’m not given the amount of anorexia/bulimia talk I hear from high school students… all that binging and purging. 😛 🙂
He’s only in 6th grade. 🙂
Oh! My bad.. You mentioned 12th grade, I assumed older. Silly me, I forget all this reading/speaking level stuff and here I thought that they abolished it… 😀
Ha! Practically!
Haha! When Zach was around 13, he heard me say a particularly ignorant male friend of mine would never be a member of the Mensa Society. Zach said, “Well duh mom, he can’t get periods, he’s a guy!”
Ha ha ha ha ha!!! Stealing that.
From now on, I’ll think differently about perjury. 🙂
Did you explain that it wasn’t the politician who wanted to throw up, it was his constituents instead?
Sir, you speak the truth…truly.
that is just awesome. perjury and purge-ery. one throws up lies, one just throws up.
See, you made it better. 🙂
We were children, my sister and I, she was about 4, and I was nearing 10.
The local grocery gave a free cookie to children who had attended their church that day.
Lady Behind the Counter “What Church do you go to?”
My Sister “Oh we’re Prostitutes.”
Lady Behind Counter Stares at My mother
“Protestants, she means Protestants.” My mother hiding her face.
Lady behind the counter gives us each our cookie, and my mother got a cupcake that day LOL.
OMG…you need to spend every day thanking God she didn’t kill you. LOL!!!