February 22, 2008
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Nick (scrunching his face): Shit! Drinking warm Rockstar is like drinking warm cat piss. yyukk!
Moi: Really? And how do you know what warm cat piss tastes like?
Nick: From the smell. Whatever it smells like is what it tastes like, too.
Moi (mildly amused): You don’t say.
Nick: Yeah. (pointing to his nose and winking) Smell equals taste.
Moi (snickering): Okay, if you say so.
Hey Nick, just keep these immortal words in mind when you get older…
“Tastes like chicken.”

Speaking of tastes like chicken - totally reminds me of a phone call from several years back.
Jenn: Hey Nick’s on the phone for you - he said it’s an emergency.
Moi (picking up the call): What’s up bud.
Nick: Mom - I swear I didn’t do anything.
Oh, you know that’s not a good way to start off a conversation with your child.
Moi: What’s wrong?
Nick: There’s a problem with my computer.
Okay, nothing life-threatening.
Moi: What kind of problem?
Nick (scared shitless): Mom, there’s a naked woman that popped up on my screen and she won’t go away. WHAT DO I DO?
Moi (amused): Where were you surfing?
I like to think I trained the boy good from a young age, and never had any trust issues.
Nick (nervous and panicking): I was on the internet looking for football stuff, and - and. I promise I wasn’t on any bad sites! Will this kill my computer? What do I do? WHAT DO I DO?
Moi (rolling laughing): Reboot Nick, REBOOT!
After I got off the phone, I went and retold the conversation to my colleagues at the office:
- The girls thought it was hysterical.
- The guys. Leave it to the guys! They wanted to know if Nick remembered the website.
Note: It’s things like that which make me stop and ask myself - Self, how is it that men make the big bucks?

~dKaye
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I’ve had that happen to me, actually. Very embarrassing when my mother and grandmother walked in.
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