The Sweet Husband

Things we hate to hear

Heavan came to spend the weekend with us, we always catch up on all the inner workings of my youngest daughters home when H comes to visit, and I am sure they get the lowdown on our house on the ride back home when they pick her up.

Heavan and I are sitting on the couch talking last night and Poppy is in the thinking position in his recliner, kicked back,legs crossed, eyes closed.

Heavan tells me about school, she passed, thank you God, and she will be a Junior next year, I talk about how hard it is to believe she will be 16 next month and agree to pay for her to take Drivers Ed next year. We get all the small talk out of the way.

Then the lowdown starts. Her mom always hate this part. It appears that Mom and Jake each have things they hate the other one to say. Mom hates for Jake to start a sentence with "you need to listen", Jake hates for Mom to start a sentence with "I don't know how to tell you this".

Apparently this means that Mom has some unexpected expense if she starts out that way, and Jake has either broken something or bought something if he starts a sentence his way.

Poppy all of a sudden says, "You need to put your big boy pants on". Heavan says, WHAT? Pop says, that's what I hate to hear your grannie say. Heavan said, Poppy you are 70 years old, all the pants you have should be big boy pants.

So I explained to her that most men, no matter what age keep at least one pair of little boy pants, hanging around, figuratively, even if they are so worn out there's nothing left but the elastic around the waist.

She kind of shivered, almost like having a seizure, and said Poppy, if you ever wear your little boy pants, wear a long shirt, because I just can't handle all that and you being naked from the elastic down.

You could hear him laugh in the next block.

Then she asks what I hate to hear him say. I tell her nothing, he never says anything that gives me problems, He says, that's not true, she does hate to hear one thing, I just don't say it much anymore.

We get into this big discussion about how I don't get upset about anything he says, he's wrong, then he and Heavan carry on and on with her trying to find out what it is and me denying that there is anything.

He says, what's for dinner?

Oh, yeah, well there is that.