Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Thong Th-Thong Thong Thong



The conversation is always somewhat entertaining at isle12. I feel like my kids could be on that show “Kids say the darnedest things,” only it would be more like “Kid’s ask the most ridiculous, inappropriate questions.” It could be a spin-off. However, I’m not sure primetime television would go for it. The conversations I have with 13-year-olds might be more like an HBO late night type show.

For example:

“Miss Mac if you had suction, would you pick it?”

“Suction?”

“Yeah, you know. A wedgie. Would you pick it? Or go to the bathroom and pick it?”

“Um, I guess it depends on who I’m with.”

“Miss Mac don’t get wedgies. She wears thongs.”

Clearly my choice in undergarments had been a topic of conversation in the past, unbeknownst to me.

“Miss Mac, aren’t thongs dangerous?

“What do you mean?”

“Like they don’t hold your fat in, right?”

Okay, let’s take a timeout here. What fat could she possibly be talking about?

“Um, what fat?”

“You know, like your butt fat. Regular underwear holds your butt up, right Miss Mac?”

Again, timeout. What kind of underwear is this girl talking about? Miracle underwear?

“No, underwear does not hold your butt up, exercise does.”

Words to live by.

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