Dinner Theatre

We were eating a peaceful dinner the other night, everything was going swimmingly, when all the sudden out of the blue, Sierra goes, "Momma, Daddy called me a jackass." What??? I look at Brian and he looks confused... "A year and a half ago! When I was on Autry's bed! He did!" Brian jumps on this opportunity to cross examine, and he keeps getting her on all the details - the final story she comes up with is that Brian was laying on the bed in Autry's room, she hit his feet (but he wasn't really sleeping of course - I think she has pulled that same trick with Grandpa, right Dad?) Anyways, so he called her a jackass, she ran and told me, and I came in and spanked him. And he told her jackass wasn't a bad word because it is in the Bible and it means donkey, "but donkeys AREN"T SMART!" If there is anything in the world that makes Brian happier than getting random people worked up it is getting the kids worked up at the dinner table, because then I start freaking out, so it is like double points for him... anyways, he gets this look in his eyes, "So, Sierra, if you can't remember the details of your little story, how do you know Autry wasn't the one who called you a jackass?" He turns to Autry, who has been quiet this whole time, "Autry, did you call Sierra a jackass a year and a half ago?" She slowly looks around the table, then looks at him. Then, with perfect nonchalance, "Ohhh yeeahh..." Brian and I were laughing so hard, tears were rolling down our faces. Sierra, never one to under-react, FLIPPED. She was immediately standing up in her chair, jumping up and down, her face bright red, "NO AUTRY NO YOU DID NOT CALL SISSY A JACKASS YOU COULDN'T EVEN TALK DADDY DID IT DADDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!" So, final score, Daddy - 1, Jackass - 0.