More Conversations Between Mom and Dad

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!