it…out

A few weeks ago Tommy stood up during supper and said his foot hurt had started hurting all of a sudden. I explained to him that that might be a foot cramp and that he should walk around to work it out. He did and in a few minutes he was fine.

Tonight during supper Tommy grabbed his foot and exclaimed “ouch…I think I have a f*ck ramp.”

There was no mistaking it. He said it three times. I laughed so hard I thought I’d die.

Then more hilarity ensued as L and I tried to figure out what sort of ramp would be best for such a purpose.

We’re writing a letter to Mythbusters to see if they can figure it out…though maybe Dirty Jobs would be more appropriate.