.about a heated discussion.

We were all driving home from a board meeting last Sunday evening when Malin decided to crack a joke from the back seat:

Q: Why did the snowman always melt when he went out on a date?
A: Because his girlfriend was so HOT.

And suddenly I regretted coming up with that joke at, of all places, the dinner table. When it popped into my head, it struck me so funny that I laughed out loud. Of course everyone wanted to know why I was laughing  – and in a moment of poor judgement I told the ridiculous joke to my four under-12 kids.

Yeah, I know. There are worse things that I could be saying to my children. But one of the last things I want is for them to be judging people as “hot” (or not.)

After Malin cracked the joke, driving time quickly turned into teaching time. Daddy asked, “So, what does it mean to be hot?” (followed by various answers that were pretty much right-on) and then “Have any of you ever seen someone who is hot?” Wesley, Malin and Avery all answered like they were being accused of bathroom graffiti, “No!”

And then Wesley accused his sleeping brother: “I think Judah has.”

This conversation still makes me laugh.

And you’ve gotta admit: it’s a pretty funny joke.


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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