Don't Get Boned

We're sitting outside on our deck enjoying grilling out last night, and Sunny says,

"Dad, is dis hambuwger boned?"

BigDaddyFish and I look at each other - did she say what we think she said?

"Is. Dis. Hambuwger Boned? Did you bone dis hambuwger?" We start to giggle under our breath, because we are twelve year old boys.

"There are no bones in your hamburger, Sunny," BDF tells her.

"NO! IS DIS HAMBUWGER BONED???!??"

A look of realization crosses BDF's face. "Do you mean BURNED, Sunny girl?"

"Yeah, dat's what I said. Boned."

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While you're not getting boned, pop on over to my friend Jodifur's place, where I am making a guest appearance musing over boys. Well, specifically, Little Man.

Starbucks card drawing coming up later today. There's still time to comment if you're interested.

Comments

[jodifur]

Thanks for the post!

[tracey]

Heh. Boned...