Overheard just now...
Hubby: Go! Get your swimsuits on. Fast! You have permission to run!
[90 seconds, tops]
Hubby [to Medium Fry]: That's not having your swimsuit on! That's naked!
Hubby then appeared in the doorway to the den, and slapped his palm to his forehead.
ROFL! I can hear his voice, and the facepalm!
ReplyDeleteThis is why we avoid boy babysitters.
DeleteIt was a scream.