Get Out Much?

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!

Waiter leaves.

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.