So, we’re driving along and the nephew announces, “I see something black!”
“Is it a red door painted black?”
“No, it’s God.”
“God is in the car.”
“No, God’s clothes.”
“God’s a ninja?”
“Yep. Hei-ya!”
The Butcher: “Did you not see me trying to sleep here, man? Who karate chops a man in his sleep?” I start to giggle, but try not to. “Let’s see how you like it if someone karate chops you, for the rest of the day.”
I try harder not to laugh, but by now am so afraid of having a stroke, I have to guffaw. Grandpa Dad tries to claim that it’s not that funny–a grown man karate-chopping a kid–but he starts to laugh. Then he tells me that I have to stop laughing or he’s going to have an accident.
“Car or pee?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Tiny Cat Pants 