Your poor wife.At least you didn’t say you laughed at her in front of your child. Did it make you feel better to tell us all how you and your son feel about her and a song she enjoys? Has anyone ever asked you, “Do you have to tell everything you know”?
So many so-called “educators” are embarrassments to thinking humanity. I have “zero tolerance” for their kind.
Lighten up Francis, I am the wife. He was calling me gay and we were joking around, having fun.
I guess you don’t want to hear about the time we fell on the floor laughing when my oldest son (now 33) complained that we did not have any left handed knives; or when my youngest son asked if he needed to peel the egg before he boiled it (he was 12).
Better yet, you might not want to know how my sisters, brother and I laugh our asses off to this day remembering when we and the rest of the crowd thought something had died while walking back to the car after the lighting of the Rich’s Christmas Tree (1968). Turned out Grandma farted.
She would have gotten away with it had she not had that guilty smile on her face. To this day someone will always say “Hey! Do you remember when Grandma farted near the railroad tracks?”
We have more fun laughing at ourselves because we do not take some things too seriously.