Sometimes I listen to the radio. Sometimes I watch my television. Sometimes I listen to mom and dad talk. I know I shouldn’t ‘piggy eavesdrop’ with mom and dad. But sometimes, I just can’t help myself. The conversations those two have are quite enlightening. Last night, I overheard mom tell daddy the following. Get ready to roll your eyes – it was a good one.
Mom – Hey honey. James Bond and a chicken cross paths. James Bond tells the chicken, “Hey, my name is Bond, James Bond. What’s yours?” You know what the chicken said?
Dad – No. What did he say?
Mom – “My name is Ken, Chick Ken.”
Then mommy started snorting and laughing so hard. (Now you see where I get my snorting from – I know you always wondered). Yep, it was priceless. Daddy is a big James Bond fan. He didn’t find that little bit of amusement as funny as mom. It was a hoot to me and mom. Go figure.
Then dad later on in the night asked mom a questioned. She told him the answer. He told her she was wrong. She asked him what the answer was. Get this – he didn’t know!? How can you ask a question, tell the person they are wrong and then not know the right answer? What kind of bizarre evil is that?
I tell you my friends – *NEVER* a dull moment here at the Hotel Thompson. NEVER!