When sharing a dinner with my (Charlie) parents last week in Houston, it came time for desert. On the massive tray what was described as an "adult milkshake" was explained in detail (4 liquors).
My mothers response? "I'd like to order one for my grandson."
That's MY son...HE'S 15!
This IS NOT the woman I grew up with?
You ever had a moment like that with your parents?