When I did my retail therapy a few weeks ago, I bought a ton of new pants that fit me pretty darn close to perfect. Woo hoo! I decided to pop the tags on a new pair Saturday night because we were going out to dinner. As I'm getting ready, Strip wanders in to my bathroom to see what I'm up to. After a couple of minutes of her just standing there, staring at me, I say:
Me: Hey, what do you think of my new pants?
Strip: Your booty looks like two giant mountains.
Thanks kid. And watch out because in 25 years, YOUR kid could be saying the same thing about you.