Snakes are Scary: Reptile Dysfunction

This is a true story.

I know because it happened to me this week.  Names have been changed to protect the innocent...

The Ninja and I go to his karate class at the local elementary on Monday.  The Queen, the Bear, and the Peanut stayed at home to do stretching and homework and things that get done on Monday evenings at our house.  Apparently, during the activities, The Weather Channel comes on as a reward for good behavior and working hard on some therapy stuff.  If you know my family, you know that this is actually a reward and I'm not blowing smoke here.

Ninja and I return to some giggles.

Queen:  Bear, you need to ask dad your question...

Me:  *looking askance at the Queen*  What's up?

Bear:  Dad, what's reptile dysfunction.

Pause here.  Apparently Cialis is now an advertiser on TWC.  Thus, the question.

Queen:  *dying while biting her lip, trying not to laugh*

Me:  *brief glare at the Queen before turning lovingly to my son*

Bear, reptile dysfunction is when snakes don't work like they're supposed to anymore.

Queen:  *quite literally ROTFLs*

Bear:  Hmm...okay.

And that, folks, is a true story from the Henderson house.