"What," he demanded, "I have to start all over?"
Mentally calculating the work involved in getting him to do the project the first time, I decided, "no, it was once almost politically correct to spell potato, potatoe, you'll be fine, your teacher will just knock off a few points for spelling."
My son looked at me, completely confused, "huh?"
"The former Vice President of the United States of America spelled potato, potatoe, while at a school spelling bee, I informed him. "It used to be vogue. The most conservative Conservatives at the time I thought were going to lobby Webster's to formally change the spelling."
My son looked at me skeptically, "what VP was that, Al Gore?"
I shook my head, "nope, it was Dan Quayle."
My son wanted to know, "who was that?"
"Oh, he was George Bush, the father's running mate," I replied.
"Wow! You are old," my son exclaimed, impressed.
WOW you're old! *laughs*
ReplyDeleteWell if you're old, I'm old with ya!
we better be careful laughing...our old brittle bones are likely to snap! ;)
don't even say Reagan!
You'll be antique.
~hl~
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I tried to post something witty about this, but I really have nothing to say. I guess I'll just sit here in my depends and watch Matlock
ReplyDeleteGeez, it's GB Sr. for crying out loud, not G. Washington.
ReplyDeleteI once offered to cut off my leg so the rings could be counted...
ReplyDeletePer usual with my jokes, there was no laughter. I was met with blank stares and the sound of chirping crickets.