Thursday, January 18, 2007

When It Rains, It Porns

Me (somewhat quietly): I'm reading a story about a Tennessee legislator who wants to tax porn and eliminate the tax on groceries.

Wife: Tax corn?

Me (a bit louder): No. Porn.

Wife: Oh.

Three year old son: Daddy. What's porn?

Oops. I forgot that's why I was talking quietly in the first place.

Me: Um...I said "pourin." I was talking about rain. You know. "It's rainin.' It's pourin.' The old man is snorin.'"

Three year old son (smiling): Oh, I love that song.

Wife: Good save, honey.

Me: Thanks.
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6 comments:

  1. Leesa1/18/2007 10:14 PM

    Too cute..great save :)

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  2. Lynnster1/19/2007 12:02 AM

    I agree, good save. But I also am certain he's going to remember that moment about a decade from now. Hehe.

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  3. Anonymous1/19/2007 8:14 PM

    Nice

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  4. Newscoma1/19/2007 9:17 PM

    You are one smart guy.

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  5. Anonymous1/19/2007 9:21 PM

    i agree... great save.
    BUT... it will come back to haunt you later down the line.

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  6. John H1/20/2007 7:05 AM

    fast forward 10 years ...

    Son, what's this magazine I found under your mattress..

    oh dad, it's pourin'..it's pourin..

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