I was at work yesterday and I see some pictures of L's mom on the table, I pick them up and am looking through them and I find a picture of her as a kid with none other than Pope Paul VI...
I look at her and go, "You met the Pope?!?"
She responds very nonchalantly, "Yeah, well he was my grandfathers cousin"
How do you respond to that?
In another, work-related story... I was at A's house and his mom, D, invited me to stay for dinner. I accepted since we're good friends. She made pasta with Pesto for A, I tried it and told her that it was really good. She said that it was, but that the big problem was that it oxidizes too quickly.
A look at her and goes,
"Mom, what does Oxidize mean?"
D: "It means that something is dark"
A remained quiet and kept eating, after a couple of minutes he turns to her and goes,
"You know my friend Marco from school...
...he's really oxidized"
His friend Marco is African...
D and I couldn't stop laughing. A was looking at us trying to figure out what was so funny.
He gets a really serious look on his face and goes,
"No, really, he's really oxidized...
...from life"
It was at this point that I had to excuse myself from the table because I was laughing so hard that I was about to choke on my food.
D, still laughing, asks,
"What about Cynthia, is she oxidized?"
A looks at me and goes,
"Hmmm, YEAH, a little bit"
This is why I love the kids I work with!
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