Phone conversation with my daddy dukes (NB: my dad isn't one for the doctors and modern medicine. We basically have to sedate him and drop him off in the waiting room for his annual/semi-annual visits):
Me: "Hey, Pops, you taking care of yourself?"
Papa Bear: "Yes, Baby, you'll be happy to hear that I'm going for my colonoscopy next week."
Me: "Yikes, well, you make sure the doc buys who dinner first- because you are a lady."
Papa Bear: "He-well, wait, I see what you did there..."
Adulthood means being able to sass your father and he doesn't somehow pop your mouth through the phone receiver. Hello, world, I have arrived.
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