Big Daddy told me this story last night over dinner. I laughed. I laughed some more. I laughed until milk dribbled from the corners of my mouth and the kids began to look worried, like something might be seriously wrong with me. But I kept laughing. Soon I wasn't making any noise--just silently shaking, tears straming down my cheeks. And then, as I continued to eat and pictured the scenario in his story again and again, I continued to laugh off and on. This lasted about 20 minutes before I got it out of my system. Now I just hope I can do the story justice as I retell it here. (Told from Big Daddy's perspective).
So I went to the video store with Daphne tonight. And as we were walking through the kids aisles checking out the movies, a young, hot, early 20's to late teens girl walked by us. She smiled at me. I think she thought I was kind of cute. I was feeling pretty smooth. Just then Daphne said in a loud clear voice to me, "Daddy, I tooted!!" I closed my eyes in shame, hoping the girl hadn't heard. I was just about to turn to check when Daphne continued, "Just like you!!"
I didn't even bother to turn around after that. There was no need. Game over.