A conversation my family had this evening at a local well-known eating estabishment:
Waiter: Hey! You brought a DisneyWorld book. Planning a vacation?
Mom (after a few glasses of wine): Why, yes! It's our Christmas present this year!
Waiter: Excellent! You'll have Mickey and heat!
Me: Did he say we'd have Mickey in heat?
Mom laughs. Daughter laughs with much eye-rolling. Son not so sure.
Daughter: What did you just say? Jeez, Dad!
Me: Well, that's why Minnie has her own house. Mickey can be a real problem for her, you know? Everyone knows he's 'all hands' with the ladies.
Mom laughs harder. Daughter laughs in spite of herself. Son not so sure.
Mom (did I mention the wine?): Oh, it's true! Why do you think Mickey wears such baggy pants?
Mom laughs way too hard. Daughter laughs in shock. Son not so sure.
The bill is paid and we leave.
Son: What about Mickey's pants?
Me: Let's go to the car and I'll try to explain.
The curtain closes.
Oh, yeah. Stay classy, family.