TC the Terrible

And the choir all said Amen.

Check it out for yourself, Mark 11:2.

Yesterday morning while the kids were eating breakfast THE BOY made an announcement. He’s lactose intolerant.

Needless to say, THE WOMAN was not surprised. He’s a regular gas machine and could power a couple of camp stoves if we could find a way to harness him. Not to belabor the point, but he can replay the campfire scene from Blazing Saddles almost on demand. This is after all the kid that once expelled gas and made a large dog howl in disgust. We haven’t let him eat Taco Bell for months because no one can stand the after effects.
Still she was amazed at the flow of the conversation.

THE BOY – Mom, I’m lactose intolerant.

THE WOMAN — Where did you hear that?

THE BOY – On the news commercials the other day.

THE WOMAN — Why do you think that?

THE BOY — See? I told you I’m ‘lergic to milk.

Say what you will, he understood the meaning of the phrase. And his mother has now banned him from any and all dairy products.