Why is it that when you boys were younger I used to pray that you would stop talking bathroom stuff at the table, and now that you have segued into talking war and weaponry I am still not happy?
I just sat there for five minutes trying to have a discussion with you all about the merits (or lack thereof) of allowing a 16 year old to get his drivers’ permit and all you guys could talk about was the new gun that has come out. How is it that it is so new, yet you all know its specs etc?? Could you be this obsessed with your schoolwork please? And could you not ignore your mother when she is trying to get a word in edgewise?
Well, I may know nothing about guns, or war, or even care about that type of thing – but you see that kitchen and that dining table? Yours to clean up. Those dishes – yours to wash. That is of course, if you guys ever finish your discussion on the best way to load a freaking rifle or the best tank or the best bullet to kill your enemy with.
Oh, what I would give for some extra estrogen in the house about now….