the conversation goes:
Mom: Did Dad know about a sleepover tonight? It's the first I've heard of it.
Henry: Yes, but he probally forgot to tell you. He's old.
Mom: Henry!
Henry: Well, he's halfway to dead. He's 51.
Mom: So you think he'll live to be 100?
Henry: Yes.
Mom: Will you come visit us in the nursing home when we're old or do we get to live with you?
Henry: I'm not paying for a nursing home, that's too expensive. You'll have a room at my house.
The first time "halfway to dead" is actually a compliment, and YAY for raising a good son! I'll bet if you ask my kids they'll have already had my nursing home picked out by the time I hit 51, just in case.
ReplyDeleteHee hee half-way to dead. I'm sure I can use that one somehow to annoy him :)
ReplyDelete:))) priceless! Bright kid, Henry! :)
ReplyDeleteHugs from Tommy
good to know that you are going to be taken care of!!
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