Mom: Well, pssh.
Me: I know, right? There's nothing wrong with him, except he's wasting away.
Dad: He's so thin.
Mom: Did I send you that dog food recipe?
Me: Yeah. But it doesn't matter what I feed him - he just keeps losing weight.
Mom: He eats and he poops, but nothing happens in between.
Me: Right! I mean, he poops like a champion.
Dad: I've always thought so.
Mom: He's just so cute - and you think, "oh, look at how he's sitting in the middle of the patio ... "
Me: ... and then you realize he's taking a giant dump in that delicate little stance.
Dad: He's got good form.
Me: Happy birthday, Dad! Let's talk about poop!
Mom: Well, it could be worse. It's not like we're talking about a human family member.
Dad: No. We're way too classy for that.
Me: We could be all, "Oh, say what you will about Uncle Floyd, but he could really take a dump."
Mom: Well, we all have our special gifts.
Dad: Ha! "You know, with Uncle Floyd, you always knew when it was time to leave the house."
Mom: Yeah! And "You knew it was best to let things air out a bit after Floyd had used the facilities."
Me: Sorry, Dad. This really devolved.
Dad: I would expect nothing less.
4 comments:
Can I get adopted into your family?
What a great birthday phone call! I wonder what Uncle Floyd wants to talk about on his birthday call.
At least you weren't trying to eat dinner during this conversation.
I love your people. Talking about the poop form of a dog in a photo. Klassy like Karadashians;)
My husband and I discuss our cat's poop all the time. And send pictures.
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