boy nuts

I've not been very good at this since I started this job. That kinda blows.

The boys have a swim meet this weekend in Delaware, the Eastern Regionals. So far they've dropped all their times; Remy dropped 10 seconds off one time, and they're up there in the top 10 in all their events. So they're having a great meet.

As a reward of sorts, we took them to Cracker Barrel on the way home last night. Mmmmm, good eatin'.

As we walked in, Remy asked why so many old people go there. I said, well, the food's all mushy and goopy, easy for old people to eat. We decided that should be the new slogan.

Cracker Barrel. Food so mushy, even old people can eat it.

So we go in; it's packed. We have to mill about in the gift shop along with a busload of tourists (tourists?! in NJ?!). Boo finds one of those stress-relieving heads, the one that you squeeze and its eyes and ears pop out, and HAS to have it.

We're seated, eat our delicious dinner of country-fried steak, chicken and dumplins, biscuits, etc, watch as our blood pressure and cholesterol levels skyrocket...and then the boys have hot fudge sundae desserts.

Ooops. There are nuts in the sundaes. Nuts don't belong in sundaes, according to the boys. I forget exactly how the conversation started, but it went something like this:

Me, earnestly: "Did you eat your nuts?"

Peals of giggles from both boys.

Me, playing along now: "What, you don't like your nuts?"

More giggles.

"Here, give it to me. I'll eat your nuts."

Loud guffaws, soda squirting out of nose.

"I like nuts. They taste good. I could eat nuts all day. What, you guys don't like your nuts?"

More howling.

"They're not very big, are they?"

BAHAHAHHAA.

Then, Remy says, earnestly: "What happens if they go bad?"

"Well, nuts can get all black and shriveled up when they go bad."

BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

That continued for a little while until they finally figured out--and it took them awhile--that I was on to them. There's nothing that brings the family together quite like sharing a little sex joke with your kids.