That's not a dog, that's his wife!

These are words you never want to hear coming from your child's lips in public. Believe me, I know. On Saturday, all the boys were piled in the van. We were sitting in the drive through at the bank. A man was crossing in front of us on his way back to his van- a van that happened to have a cute little dog hanging out the window. "Oh, what a cute little dog!" cooed my eight year-old. Out came the cursed reply, in a really loud, carrying voice. It carried his words out my open window, straight to the ears of the stunned man walking in front of our van. We were lucky he didn't do something rash. He just looked disgustedly at us, and went on his way.
Wit beyond measure may be man's greatest treasure,
but wit gone awry makes you feel like cow pie.