Originally Posted by
jx2mad
Many years ago I was with my b.i.l. and wife and their 3 1/2 year old son. I was sitting up the front of the boat with the youngster.The conversation went like this.
Boy: Uncle Jim, where is your dad?
Me: My dad died a long time ago.
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.Boy: Was your dad sick?
Me: Yes mate, he was very sick.
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..Boy: Couldn't the Doctors make him better?
Me: No John, they couldn't make him better
At this point I glanced down the back to see b.i.l. and wife listening intently
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.Boy: Did the Doctors put him down?
Me..keeping a dead straight face(I don't know how): No John, the Doctors did not put him down. They would get into bad trouble if they did.
I glanced back to see the others bent over double with tears running down their faces, trying not to laugh out loud.
Apparently they had just had a dog put down and the little tacker was trying to get his head around it.