Trillian: I’m going commando.
Me: Come Again?
Trillian: After swimming at camp, I didn’t want to wear underwear. [FYI – she’s wearing jeans].
Zaphod: Oh, that is just sick! I could NEVER go commando!
She: Why? It’s pretty comfortable.
Me: Zaphod and I have…er..things that need to be constrained.
Trillian: His deflated balls?
Trillian: Last night we were shooting roman candles. My flaming balls had a report. His were silent. He had deflated, flaming balls.
Zaphod: She said “balls”.
Did I tell you I have a 10 and 11 year old? And they Iowa tested at near or above college level. Yet, they are a weird combination of Beavis and Butthead and Paris Hilton.
To fathers: nothing can prepare you for the day that your daughter blurts out that she’s, at that very moment, going commando.