Adventures in Parenting

During dinner one evening, SevenYearOld begins the age old childhood habit of flipping his eyelids. Darling husband promptly scolds him and goes back to eating.
SevenYearOld does it again. I utter a PG expletive (something like fudgepicker or ShipShape).
Darling husband begins to explain the dreaded, horrifying dangers of eyelid flipping.


The conversation goes something like this:
DH-"You know that's really dangerous! Your eye could fall right out. "
SYO- " Really?"
DH- "yup, happened to somebody that I used to know" (DO NOT START SINGING)
SYO- "what was his name?"
DH- " Jeff Healy "

WTH???


SYO- " did it hurt?"
DH- "sure did! His eye fell out. Just hung there, all dangly like. (Kids like gore) It was so damaged, the doctors couldn't make it work! "
SYO- "So what did he do?"
DH- "Well he couldn't get a job, so you know that book mommy reads you? The one about Stinkyface? It's about him. That's how he gets money"

SYO - (still totally buyin it, even though, I'm dying of laughter inside, wiping a year from my eye) that's really about him?"

DH- " sure. That part where it says ,' and she said I love you and sang to him until his one droopy eyelid finally closed" that's about Jeff and his one eye that worked "

I could hardly hold it together! The boy was in hook line and sinker.

Now he's in the basement playing with his sister. "That's not how you fly a jet, lady!"

Good heavens, what am I going to do with them?