*Image courtesy of my sister Sheri*
While I was cleaning up the dinner dishes, Ciera was prattling off about her day, and Trot was mangling his roast beef and asking for the 4,000th time if he could be done, Rakes and I had the following exchange.
Rakes: "Dad. Is bench a bad word?"
Rakes: "Is bench a bad word?"
Me: (Thinking some kid taught him some Snoop Dog lyrics at school today) "Is bench a bad word? No. What are you talking about?"
Rakes: (Clearly annoyed) "Is BENCH a bad word?"
Me: "How do you mean?"
Rakes: "Like, you are a bench. Is it bad?"
Me: (Thinking, thinking, thinking.....) "Where did you hear it?"
Rakes: "In a book about Justin Beiber I read."
Me: (He can barely read I am Sam. How is he reading a book about Justin Beiber? Where did he get it? How fast can I burn it? What is he talking about?) "You read a book about Justin Beiber? Why would you do that?"
Rakes: "I don't know. Hey Dad. I got to the next level on Mario Brothers."
Me: (Thank God. I really didn't want to finish the road we were heading down.) "That's great, son. Keep up the good work."
In an unrelated note, the Adrian Gonzalez deal is official.
Jr, you can come inside off the ledge now.
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