Sometimes I like to pretend that my 3 year-old son is really my age and he's just really really short and doesn't talk good. And we are buddies hangin' out. So we click on the tube and watch some UFC and I laugh and tell him that I could totally kick his butt.
And he's like, "we're not even in the same weight class. So... whatev."
And I'm like, "Yeah, too bad for you they don't have a Panty Weight in the UFC!!!"
And he's all, "Oh no you di-unt!"
And we laugh like broskies at our witty banter. At some point he usually ruins it by doing something really childish- reminding me that he is my son and not a really short poorly educated 31 year -old male with a small vocabulary. No, he's a thirty pound 3 year-old who punched me in my tenders and dropped me like a sack-o-tatoes on the kitchen floor last week. I cried real tears.
You win round one pal.
What..? Did you say something? I thought you said something.
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