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No Longer the Master… of Your Mom

Last year my nephew, Carter, mastered the art of ‘your mom’ jokes. It was a little rough at first, but he eventually caught on. This year it’s his sister, Hannah’s, turn. We started last night.

“Hannah you’re a pug licker.”


“Come on, Hannah, what do you say?”

“Thank you.”

“NO! You’re supposed to say your mom is a pug licker.”

“Well that’s just ridiculous. No one licks pugs and I was being polite.”

“Hannah, you don’t really have to lick pugs. It’s a hypothetical.”

“Grandma said you’re not allowed to teach me those anymore.”

“Well Grandma is fired. If I don’t teach you how to make dirty jokes and play the hypothetical game who will?”

“Your mom.”

DAMMIT. The six-year-old wins again.


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