Last night (Sunday) we were invited to eat with a family from our ward. The evening was going great. Good food, great company, interesting conversation. The topic turned to New York because their 16 year old son and the mom were leaving the next day for NYC because the AF High school marching band will be marching in the Macy's Day Parade! Whooohoo! Let's hear it for the AFHS Marching Band!!!!!!!! Anyway, they had heard that I lived in NY while I worked as a nanny. I mentioned that I didn't live in the city though I went in a lot. They asked me where I lived and when I said Chappaqua the Clintons came up. But no, Clinton is not the "C" word as referred to in the title. I said the Clintons were planning to move in just as I was leaving. Matt said, "Yeah, the neighborhood went to crap as soon as Julie left town." They were shocked. Silence took over the room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Apparently Crap is a bad word at their house. The really funny thing is their kids are 20 something, 16, and 12ish. I'm sure they've heard worse. We all recovered and the evening went on and continued to be enjoyable.
Yes, Sam says crap. I can't think of a specific time but I'm sure he says it. Like father, like son. This was very evident tonight as we ate dinner. Sam was singing a little song as he ate his hamburger. "I love my mom, I love my dad, I love my cheese." (For those of you who don't know why this is so funny check out my husby's blog - link on the left - specifically the entry titled "Save Any Room For Dessert?".)
Seventeen years, seventeen stories.
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