In Which I Am Rendered Speechless

by Leslie

Dave, Julia and I were listening to Laurie Berkner in the car as we drove to town yesterday. During the trip, Julia nodded off in her car seat. A few moments later, the song “Boots” began to play, “B-O-O-T-S, Boots! B-O-O-T-S, Red boots! In my red boots, in my red boots. I, stomp around in my red boots.”

Dave started to sing along, but this is what he sang: “B-O-O-B-S, Boobs! B-O-O-B-S, Huge boobs! Oh my wife’s boobs, oh my wife’s boobs. I, like to fondle my wife’s boobs.”

Me: “Nice, Dave. Real nice. Leave it to you to soil the innocence and sanctity of the “Boots” song.”

Dave: “You know, “sanctity” has the word “tit” in it.”

Me: Speechless.

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Comments

6 Cool Kids Came To Play

Neurotic Mom on October 12, 2006 11:23 pm
LMAO sorry that is just too funny
MamaDuck on October 13, 2006 8:25 am
Ha ha ha ha ha!!
Ruth on October 13, 2006 9:14 am
Ahahaha, that is so funny…
kelley on October 13, 2006 4:13 pm
Haha!

How do husbands often manage to be simultaneously juvenile, predictable, slightly annoying, and absolutely charming?
Bill on October 19, 2006 11:56 am
HAHAHAHA!

I’m sorry… It WAS funny… I’m a man, we can’t help it.
My Mommy’s Place: Mommy’s Blog » Blog Archive » Two Big Assets To My Blog on November 13, 2006 2:05 pm
[…] Apparently, the interest in Mommy’s boobs is so great, there’s a song about them. Oh, wait. I think Dave invented that song. Certainly that isn’t the song they were searching for…there must be some other song, which means there are songs (that’s plural!) about boobs. […]