After waking the 7 year old boy and making him pee, Hubby ushered him back to bed. Always ready to ask a good
math question, Hubby asked, “What's 8 squared?”
Bubba: “Nine”
Hubby, somewhat sarcastically: “Good one.”
The boy gets under his covers.
Hubby: “Hey Bubba, what's 8 squared?
Bubba: “Nine”
He's clearly not with it tonight; he usually knows this one in his sleep. It was a busy and late evening. The boy must be totally out of it. No point in continuing the conversation.
As the boy settled back into his sheets he lets one rip - eliminates some internal gas - cuts the cheese. Hubby cried out, “Woah! Did you hear the big toot that came out of your butt?”
“No, I'm unconscious.”
Bubba: “Nine”
Hubby, somewhat sarcastically: “Good one.”
The boy gets under his covers.
Hubby: “Hey Bubba, what's 8 squared?
Bubba: “Nine”
He's clearly not with it tonight; he usually knows this one in his sleep. It was a busy and late evening. The boy must be totally out of it. No point in continuing the conversation.
As the boy settled back into his sheets he lets one rip - eliminates some internal gas - cuts the cheese. Hubby cried out, “Woah! Did you hear the big toot that came out of your butt?”
“No, I'm unconscious.”
Hubby to me: “I didn't even know he
knew that word.”
... So the boy's not as “out of it” as we thought.
... So the boy's not as “out of it” as we thought.
LOL! (about the "letting one go").
ReplyDeleteHowever, I'm surprised he didn't answer correctly! So not like him!
- Aunt Bernice