A few weeks ago when either Kristen was coming to visit me or I was going to visit her, I wrote in the email "See ya son!" I meant "See ya soon," but it spawned a phase where we've begun referring to each other as father/son.
Here's a conversation via Gmail chat from today. I was commenting on K-Lo's Gmail status, where she'd written "happy birfday april!"
Me: Awww, thanks for changing your gmail status just for me!
Kristen: Any time, son. Any time.
Me: You're a good dad. I don't care what anyone else says.
Kristen: I try my best, son. You know I couldn't always make it to your basketball/hockey/tennis games, but I was there in spirit.
Me: You were indeed. And the times you were there, well, you were drunk and obnoxious, sometimes even cheering for the opposite team. But I knew you meant well.
Kristen: I get confused sometimes, son. The crack doesn't help either.
Me: I told you to buy a belt.
Kristen: But you know I'd only whip you with it. That's why I only wear suspenders.
Me: True. You're always thinking ahead, Pop.
Acquiring a Nemesis
3 years ago
4 comments:
We're awesome! It's awesome being so awesome! Birthday High Five!
You two crack me up. You need to take your act on the road... I still laugh out loud sometimes when I think about visiting you in May. Best. Long weekend. Ever.
HAHA. Hilarious.
You cracked me up with this post.
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