I’m the Navy SEAL in the house
My son has a small infection in his toe. It definitely hurts, but it’s not the end of the world.
This afternoon, when he was out in the backyard with his friends, I came out and announced that it was time for him to go to martial arts.
“No,” he said. “My toe hurts.”
“That’s no excuse,” I responded. “I’ve done martial arts with broken toes.”
To which he riposted with this one: “Well, you’re the Navy SEAL in the family. I’m not.”
At which point I heard one of his friends, completely bewildered, say “I didn’t know your Mom was a SEAL.”
And so rumors are born.