Friday, June 15, 2007

Dinner With Mommy, Redux

“You know, I have the same thought every Father’s Day.”

“What thought?”

“That what’s going on here is one of two things. Either you buried him in the backyard, or he’s gonna show up one day asking me for money.”

“Why would you say something like that?”

“Come on, now.”

“That’s very funny.”

“Show me a body and maybe I’ll laugh, too.”