Kids Say the Darndest Things

This is way off-topic, but it's so funny...I just have to share.  And after my prior post, perhaps we're all in need of a good laugh.

Our 8-year-old daughter begins 3rd grade on Monday.  As part of her summer conclusion, my wife (as usual) has planned many excursions and outings for her.  You know the drill: the ice cream store, the American Girl store, the skating rink, the water park, etc.

Last night was "dinner and late-nite TV plus sleepover" with one of her sweet friends from 2nd grade.

I found myself puttering around the house very late, as usual. 

And I was wearing an undershirt, a long sleeve button-down oxford, boxers and black knee-high socks.  A real finger-poke to the eyes, no doubt.  (I resembled that proverbial old man down the street--the one who wears the same--plus suspenders and straw hat and who waters the grass with a roaring hose while smoking a cigar, swigging a beer and periodically blotting at his boundaryless forehead with a bright red handkerchief.)

So here I am padding around the house in my thin socks at midnight.

And my daughter and her girlfriend see me down the hallway.  My daughter squeals and implores, "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING, DADDY?" 

I say nothing.

She then says, "You     are     a     mess.     It's a miracle I'm normal."

I say nothing.

And then, as if on cue, her 8-year-old friend chirps, "Well at least he doesn't walk around in a bra and high heels like my dad."

End of story.

Game over.

Man, did I inadvertently trip and fall into a gold mine, or what?

Needless to say, when I see her father (who's a real stitch...a practical joker...a card...and whom I can entirely visualize playing "funny dress-up" with the family), I'll probably grin so big that my face will tear in half.

I can't wait to see you, Mr. You-Know-Who.  It's on.