Overheard – secondhand

From my friend…

“Your girls and I were on our way to Target in my Yukon, which had just pulled the float for the Fourth of July parade, apparently driven by your husband…”

#6: It smells like my dad in here.

My friend: What does your dad smell like?

#6: Beer.

#5: Daddy doesn’t smell like beer.

#6: Yes he does, he drinks it all the time.

My friend: (praying silently) Please God don’t let this conversation stop.

#5: Well, he doesn’t smell like beer.

#6: But he always drinks it.

Honest, he doesn’t always drink it.  It’s just that it’s a little, well, stressful around here.  Cut us some slack!