Standing in what turned out to be an utterly redundant line at Edinburgh Airport this morning (we’re now in Munich!), I overheard the following exchange between a father and his approximately seven-year-old son, who were standing behind us:
Boy: What does ‘suspended’ mean?
Dad: It means to be hung upside down from your ankles. [Long pause.] No it doesn’t. It means that Mike can’t go in to work for a while.
Boy: Why not?
Dad: Because he said there were no hot chicks at the office.
Boy: [Something unintelligible I didn’t catch.]
Dad: I wouldn’t say that, no.
Boy: And then his wife will smack him! SMACK SMACK SMACK! [Proceeds to mime a double-handed face-slap with indecent glee.]
I swear this is verbatim. Internets, it took ALL MY POWERS not to laugh out loud. Or, you know, to turn around and ask, WHAT THE HELL, DUDE.
Ha! Go that kid!
Gotta love a 7 year old who understands life enough to have a sense of humor about it.