So we are at the campground and a portly gentleman gets out of the driver's side of the RV in front of us and E exclaims sort of loudly, "They let the big guy out". Horrified that the guy heard I explained to E we don't talk about the way people look and some things are better of unsaid, blah, blah, blah... A moment passed and E was still staring at the rv with a puzzled look. I got up from my seat and I realized that he was talking about a giant inflatable Frankenstein way off in the distance right behind the heavy set guy. I felt like such a ding dong.

My kids thought it would be hilarious to hire Gordon Ramsey's son to stand in the kitchen at their school and berate the lunch ladies. "I said more cheese on the bleeping bleep macaroni, you donkey?" Can you picture it?

Mom says, "Eeeee it's time to get to sleeeeep". E replies, "Noooo, I'm full of going to bed".