The beauty of having an eleven year old in the house is having someone around that is learning the art of twisting your words. Anything you say may not mean what you think it means in the brain of an eleven year old boy. That young brain takes the information coming in, spins it like a cotton candy machine, and then spins the sugary goodness out the other end.I recently came home from work on a day while my mom was visiting and was greeted by Randy. "Grandma loves Nazi's.", he proclaimed. "She thinks they deserve a trip to Disney World." My mom quickly disputed the claim and tried to explain how this came about. As she re-told her side of the story, Randy interrupted with his explanations. What started as a simple talk that mentioned WW2 ended up being a talk focused on Nazi love.
It turns out she really does love Nazi's. Who knew! -- well, that's if you only listen to Randy's side, and who would do such a thing?
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My brothers are 22 and 26 and they still do this!
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