The other day when Carson first saw our house surrounded by water, he said the house was like a houseboat. At the time, I was not amused in the least because a houseboat is designed to float. Our house is not.
Jim bought an oiled work jacket and some new boots recently. They were sitting in the living room when Carson put them on. The jacket went down to his knees, and the boots came up almost to his knees. He began to shuffle around the kitchen and spoke in the deepest, gruffest, manliest voice he could muster. He said that he was a real man. When I asked him what made him a real man, he said, "I want a cup of coffee." I guess drinking coffee and wearing work clothes = real man in Carson's world. I find that especially funny because Jim and I neither like, nor drink coffee.
Funny misprounounciation: when trying to say Washington, he said Washing Tent.
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