The fruit of my loins slays me
It was good to have all my sons together for Thanksgiving. Christopher, my second oldest, made it back on Wednesday night, having spent a few days at his girlfriend's parents' house in Maine.
"That's great,'' I said. "Although, you know, we would have been happy to have her here. We'd like to get to meet her.''
Chris paused.
"You know I love you dad, but you are a little weird,'' he said. "I told her I was an orphan. Just makes things easier all around.''
And the legacy of the Riley wit gets passed to a new generation....
"That's great,'' I said. "Although, you know, we would have been happy to have her here. We'd like to get to meet her.''
Chris paused.
"You know I love you dad, but you are a little weird,'' he said. "I told her I was an orphan. Just makes things easier all around.''
And the legacy of the Riley wit gets passed to a new generation....
posted by Michael Riley at 11:59 AM
3 Comments:
What wit? My guess is that he was serious.
I was only half serious, thank you. My folks are grand(ish).
I am sure Christopher forgets he's an "orphan" when he hits up the folks when he needs a few extra bucks to spend on his girlfriend...
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