I was sitting at the kitchen table, savoring my first, glorious sip of morning coffee — the kind of sacred silence that feels like therapy — when my young son suddenly broke it with a question that almost made me inhale my mug.
“Dad,” he said innocently, “what’s between Mom’s legs?”
I froze mid-sip. The caffeine nearly went up my nose. After a moment of choking and internal panic, I decided to play it cool and wise — the classic dad move.
I cleared my throat and said, in my best philosophical tone, “Well, son… that’s paradise.”
He squinted, clearly thinking it over. I could practically see the gears turning. Then, after a pause that felt way too long, he asked, “Okay… then what’s between your legs?”
Now I was feeling pretty proud of my quick thinking. I smiled and said, “That, my boy, is the key to paradise.”
He nodded slowly, with the kind of serious face that makes you think maybe he’s actually impressed. Then he looked me straight in the eye and said, perfectly calm and deadly serious:
“Then you should change the lock, Dad. I’m pretty sure the neighbor has your spare key.”
November 1, 2025 @ 2:10 pm
Good one ……………..made me smile ………………………