Many years ago, or maybe just two, I wrote a *cough* fictitious *cough* post about the conversations Dads have with other Dads compared to conversations Moms have with other Moms, while kids are present.
This afternoon, during a telephone conversation with my neighbor, I had to snap at my kids for interrupting me, and my neighbor had to snap at her kids for interrupting her.
Our interrupted phone conversation reminded me of the post I wrote a couple of years ago. Trust me when I say, the post is timeless.
One nice afternoon, Rob took the boys outside to play. While he was outside, he noticed Jim coming out with his kids. Rob walked over to Jim’s house.
“So Jim,” Rob begins. “How are you doing?”
“Great, Rob.” Jim replied. “How are things with you?”
“Can’t complain. Can’t complain.” Rob said. “Hey, did you take part in The Big Green Egg Festival this past weekend?”
“Actually, Rob, I did. I’ll go get a couple of beers, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Great! I’ll take a Fat Tire, please.”
“You got it.”
Moments later, Jim returns with two cold beers. He begins to tell Rob all about the Egg-fest. Two hours (and four beers) later, Lenore and Noreen emerge from their houses.
“Hey guys!” The gals yell in unison, “Where are the kids?”
The guys look at each other, shrug their shoulders and say, “They’re around here somewhere.”
One nice afternoon, Lenore takes her kids outside to play. She notices Noreen is already out with her kids, so she joins her in the driveway.
“Hi, Noreen.” Lenore says with smile. “How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks.” Noreen says. “David! Stay out of the mud, please!”
“Where is Jim?” Lenore asks.
“Oh, he’s inside taking a nap. And, Rob? Stephanie! Leave the cat alone!”
“Asleep on the couch. Charlie! You leave the cat alone, too!
Noreen asks, “Did I tell you my Auntie was coming in town from England?”
“No. When will she be in town?” Lenore responds.
“Well, it looks like -” Noreen stops short, “David! Do NOT throw that rock at your sister!”
She continues, “It looks like she’ll arrive -”
Lenore cuts her off, “Oh. Hang on a second – Joe! Stop digging around Mr. Smith’s yard.”
“Sorry.” Lenore says.
“She’ll arrive later this week. She has her last show in London on Tuesday, and she’ll – Stephanie! I said, leave the cat alone!”
“Her show?” Lenore inquires. “Is she an actress?”
“Yes. She’s been – “David! What did I say about the rocks?”
“Joe! Get out of the street! There is a car coming!”
“Stephanie, did you wet your pants?”
“Charlie, don’t run or you’re going to – CHARLIE! Are you OK?”
“Sorry, Noreen. We need to cut this short. Maybe we can try again tomorrow?”
“Sure! See you tomorrow.”
Noreen and Lenore corral the kids and head home. As Lenore enters her house, Rob slowly sits upright on the couch asking, “Were you out visiting with Noreen? Did you gals have a nice conversation?”