Monday, January 05, 2009
Christmas was a wonderful affair. We got many great gifts and got to spend some great time together as a family. Lillian got this purse and glasses from Anne. They are a hit.
Tyler got a new-ish pistol from his dad who said 500 times that I should learn how to shoot it too. I don't want to learn how to shoot it. I know how to shoot the shotgun, isn't that enough? I had the following conversation with my dad over the phone about the gun:
Me: So, Tyler got a pistol for Christmas from his parents.
Dad: Oh, I hate those things.
Me: Me too.
Dad: Yeah, they're awful. You know, they're trying to outlaw them in Southern California.
Me: Really? That seems drastic.
Dad: Well, they're trying anyway. What kind is it?
Me: (Consults with Tyler) A Smith and Wesson
Me: Smith and Wesson
Dad: A Smith and Wesson pitbull?
Me: Pitbull? No, a pistol.
Dad: Oh, well. You should have a pistol in the house.
Disclaimer: My dad just couldn't hear well over the phone. The preceding is in no way a comment on his ability to understand. Comic mayhem simply followed from a bad cell phone connection.