One of the more unfortunate pieces of my persona is a propensity to speak before really thinking about the ramifications of my words. It has gotten me in trouble more than once.
Last Friday a nice couple from church took us out to see the 'Pumpkin Patch Boogie' which is a sort of a country style carnival with the proceeds going to a nice local charity. It has a hot dog and bean dinner, a petting zoo, square dancing and lots of games for the kids. We were heading back to the petting zoo and Josh saw a few of the pygmy goats. He asked me what they were and before I could stop myself, out popped "Those are Indonesian horses. God made them tiny so your mother could ride them." There were a lot of people and with all the noise it was hard to hear me yelp when Dessy kicked me in the shin.
One of the latest things that I had launched was in response to a comment my wife made while changing the baby. The little boy was being quite squirmy and mommy mentioned that the baby seemed to be grabbing his pee pee a lot. Before I could stop myself, I blurted " I suppose if no one else is grabbing it, he figures it is fair game to grab it himself." Suddenly the room became very cold. I slunk away trying not to let my giggling be audible.
Sometimes I have the time to think about what is going to come out of me, but unfortunately I never really pay attention to the voice yelling to stop before it is too late. On the way home from church last Sunday Josh asked his mommy if she was a boy or a girl? Mommy asked him to reason it out, "What do you think mommy is?" Josh thought it over and got a big smile and said "A Girl!" I thought I would help reinforce his perceptual process and asked him what was his grandmother, girl or boy? He relied a girl so I then raised the difficulty a couple of notches. "Josh, what is your cousin Amanda? Is she a girl or boy?" Josh immediately replied, " A girl!"
So I ask, " Are you sure? Why then is her name A - MAN- da?" Josh got a very confused look for a minute and his mother just shook her head and mumbled something in Indonesian.
At least she has the sense to blurt things in a language that I do not understand.
Last Friday a nice couple from church took us out to see the 'Pumpkin Patch Boogie' which is a sort of a country style carnival with the proceeds going to a nice local charity. It has a hot dog and bean dinner, a petting zoo, square dancing and lots of games for the kids. We were heading back to the petting zoo and Josh saw a few of the pygmy goats. He asked me what they were and before I could stop myself, out popped "Those are Indonesian horses. God made them tiny so your mother could ride them." There were a lot of people and with all the noise it was hard to hear me yelp when Dessy kicked me in the shin.
One of the latest things that I had launched was in response to a comment my wife made while changing the baby. The little boy was being quite squirmy and mommy mentioned that the baby seemed to be grabbing his pee pee a lot. Before I could stop myself, I blurted " I suppose if no one else is grabbing it, he figures it is fair game to grab it himself." Suddenly the room became very cold. I slunk away trying not to let my giggling be audible.
Sometimes I have the time to think about what is going to come out of me, but unfortunately I never really pay attention to the voice yelling to stop before it is too late. On the way home from church last Sunday Josh asked his mommy if she was a boy or a girl? Mommy asked him to reason it out, "What do you think mommy is?" Josh thought it over and got a big smile and said "A Girl!" I thought I would help reinforce his perceptual process and asked him what was his grandmother, girl or boy? He relied a girl so I then raised the difficulty a couple of notches. "Josh, what is your cousin Amanda? Is she a girl or boy?" Josh immediately replied, " A girl!"
So I ask, " Are you sure? Why then is her name A - MAN- da?" Josh got a very confused look for a minute and his mother just shook her head and mumbled something in Indonesian.
At least she has the sense to blurt things in a language that I do not understand.
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