My Diseased Mind

Overheard on December 26th

The day after Christmas, The Boy had this conversation with my cousin. Note that this was just over twenty four hours after my mom, in a fit of what can only be described as shitflinging lunacy, presented him with a present of six throwing stars.

Cousin: What did you get for Christmas?
The Boy: (shows off the throwing stars)
Cousin: Wow, who gave you those?
The Boy: Grandma
Cousin: She did? What else did she give you, a bazooka? Assault rifle? Grenades?
The Boy: Did she tell you?

And with those four words, my son bested my cousin, a recent engineering graduate, in a battle of wit.