September 17, 2007 • Print This Post
“Mom, do you know what they say about big feet?”
I slid my eyes in Middle’s direction. Yes, I know exactly what they say about big feet, but I sure as hell didn’t like the thought of my teenage daughter knowing. Before I answered, I also sent my husband the evil eye, because let’s be honest, though I knew he wouldn’t have told her such a racy joke, somehow this was his fault. It’s always his fault. But he lifted his hands in innocence.
“Do you, mom? Know what they say about big feet?”
I opened my mouth to express my displeasure over the nature of the joke, when she smiled guilelessly and said, “Big feet, big socks.” She roared over her own silly humor while I let out a breath.
“That’s not funny,” I said.
She gave me another guileless smile. “Why? What were YOU going to say?”
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