My son asked me last night, “Dad why do you have so many pipes?”
My initial response was to call him a spy and turn coat. I accused him of acting on behalf of his mother…my wife.
After seeing his puzzled look, I explained as such.
“Imagine your drinking cups are made of wood. You have the choice to drink orange juice, milk, tea and water from that same cup over time. You may wipe it down but you don’t really give a good thorough washing.
Or you could have one cup for each of those drinks. The flavors wouldn’t mix. Would you like one cup, or a few to drink from?”
He said “ewww” and that he’d like more than one cup. Then I told him this was no concern of a child like him at the age of 5 and accused him of dipping into my scotch because it’s tastes watered down. I’ve suspected this for some time. Questioning me now about my pipes has me thinking I’m on the right path.
He muttered something under his breath and rolled over to sleep.
unbelievable..
My initial response was to call him a spy and turn coat. I accused him of acting on behalf of his mother…my wife.
After seeing his puzzled look, I explained as such.
“Imagine your drinking cups are made of wood. You have the choice to drink orange juice, milk, tea and water from that same cup over time. You may wipe it down but you don’t really give a good thorough washing.
Or you could have one cup for each of those drinks. The flavors wouldn’t mix. Would you like one cup, or a few to drink from?”
He said “ewww” and that he’d like more than one cup. Then I told him this was no concern of a child like him at the age of 5 and accused him of dipping into my scotch because it’s tastes watered down. I’ve suspected this for some time. Questioning me now about my pipes has me thinking I’m on the right path.
He muttered something under his breath and rolled over to sleep.
unbelievable..






