Saturday, April 23, 2011

child of mine

Honey's aunt and uncle are visiting for Easter from the DC area.

The uncle is 86. He reminds me a lot of my dad, Papa. He's also very tolerant of Captain Comic's early riser musings. I made a rule for Captain Comic not to wander downstairs and turn on the TV until 7:30am. 

Just prior to 7:00, I awoke to this line of conversation wafting up the stairs:

Captain Comic: What about those drug-dealing pimps?

I didn't hear the uncle's response, but the tone of his voice was full of patience. 

Thank goodness.


  1. Well, do tell, Cathy - what about those drug dealing pimps?


  2. thankfully, i will never know. turns out the uncle had his hearing aids out at the time and hadn't heard the question. lol


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