While trying to evade capture, and the eventual clothing and tooth-brushing in which it would result, my son executed the perfect sweep-kick. It was really cool. I asked him where he learned to do that.
He replied “Grandma.”
My son is riding his bike. He casually leans to one side and spits. Eeeew. I don’t want to raise that guy. I tell him it’s rude. I ask him where he learned that.
“Grandma”.
I’m cleaning out the fridge (trying to get to the bottom of the what-the-fuck-died-in-here smell). My son examines the contents.
“This says ‘Coors Light’.”
“Where did you…”
“Grandma.”
WHAT THE HELL GOES ON AT GRANDMA’S?
Wow, sweep kicking, spitting, and beer at Grandma’s. My grandma [sorry Grandma but it is true] was not nearly that exciting.
The big question of course is what is a device of the devil like Coors Light doing in the refrigerator? Oh the horror!
The Coors Light? I read it for the articles…oh wait, wrong thing…we actually keep it for cooking (stews, chilis, etc).
Grandma Rocks!
We used to keep a case of Bud around for “gardening”. I m’self hate beer (and my dad’s a rabid homebrewer, go fig). If you ask my kids, beer’s only good for one thing: “Killing slugs!!!”
Nice blog, good stuff.