my husband and his friends are about the best people on the planet to be around. men having fun with men has to be one of the greatest visuals to behold.
he and his friends have special titles of endearment they use for one another - if women did this there'd be a cat fight or worse, but men can call each other ANYTHING and no offense will be taken.
one friend in party cooler and he call each other the very same thing time and again for 20 years. our little goofy guy, nancson, grew up hearing this banter from the cradle until present.
when nancson was in kindergarten his teacher called me in for a conference. she was concerned with a project the children were given to explain what nationality they were and which side of their families were what.
they were to draw a picture of their family and the teacher would label the mother and father's nationalities - "okay, nancson - what's your mother's nationality?" "she's indian and irish." "and your father's" "he's a hick so i'm an indian/irish/hick!"
...oh boo...
then he went on to argue with her...
...oh boo...
that was kindergarten and in a week he graduates from high school - where did the time go? i want my little indian/irish/hick back...sigh...
Monday, May 11, 2009
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