Okay, this is good . . .
We joke about the house that I'm genius . . . it usually comes up when I do something spectacularly stupid. But to keep from getting mad or something, it's more fun to make fun of it. Hence: I AM A GENIUS!!
So my son takes to calling me a Genius. He's still being funny, not sarcastic . . . I think.
So one day at dinner we're joking around and boy says "Daddy is a genius!" and I say "Yes! You got that right!"
So my son says: "Fudging Genius!"
But, like the narrator of "Christmas Story" . . . he didn't say "fudge" but the granddaddy of them all, the Queen Mother of curse words . . .
And it all goes quiet . . . then my wife says quietly "We don't say that. Just genius".
Now, I think I'm flat busted. I think I've let something slip. I can be a car curser if I'm not careful. Of course, I always forget the kids are there in the back, when I'm giving other drivers remedial lessons on driving rules and etiquette . .
But then my wife says: "It's on that Jersey Boy's CD that mom and dad listen too . . . " with the boy over there all the time, I might add . . .
Coulda warned us there, wayne and bev that the Jersey Boys be dropping the F-Bomb . . .
Dodged that bullet . . . . I just wonder if I can blame my son repeating NWA lyrics on Granddad and Grandmom . . . .