You Biscuit-Eater You!

My biscuit eaters - Chris and Sam

As I was saying in my last post, these fancy-schmancy phones are self-attached to these kids.  They can't put these things down!

Kid#3 Jeremiah and my 'son' Chris had both come in from a long day at work.  It was 9:30ish and both were tired and hungry, so I agreed to make them homemade biscuits and eggs.   (Man, I should have negotiated something for all that work in the middle of the night!)  I've been making homemade biscuits for years, so I whipped up some and scrambled a few eggs.

While I was doing so, Chris sat down at the computer to get on Facebook.  When he got up to move to the table, he left his Facebook page open.  So I took his place at the computer, and  he told me to exit his page for him.  I said ok and heard the guys cuttin' up at the table, so I sneaked this message onto his page: 

Hello.   My name is Chris, and I'm a biscuit eater.

I was over here trying not to laugh out loud.  He is permanently attached to his phone, and I knew he would soon enough get a message regarding his Facebook post.  

Sure shootin', a few seconds later, I heard his phone beep.  I looked at him sideways and was shaking with laughter.  He had a puzzled look on his face but didn't respond.   Not five seconds more passed, and he received another message.  And on it went.  I was about dyin' over here just watching him.  He wasn't getting it!

Finally, he looked over toward me.  I was typing away on something else, trying not to bust out laughing.  He said, "Mrs. Debbie, did you put something on my Facebook?"

I said, "Yep, I did."  And you should have seen him make a bee-line to the desk.

"What did you write?" he whined.  So I showed him.  You would have thought I was telling all his love-life secrets or something.   Like I know any of his love-life secrets...

Why can't these kids take a joke?!  Within seconds he had changed his status, but not before plenty of his friends found out he is a biscuit eater!  Horrors!

See y'all in the funny papers.