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.