My son is currently going through the phase of believing come backs are God' s gift to the world.
Today the phone rang and the caller ID read "St. Vincent Hospital", my son somehow managed to get
to the phone before me and answered. I decided ta pick up the other phone to hear the conversation
Nurse: Hello, is this the Johnson residence?
My Son: Yes it is, is there something I can do for you?
Nurse: Well son, I don' t know how to tell you this, but your mother' s car has been run off the road by
another vehicle which caused her to strike a tree causing severe damage to her spinal cord.
My Son: That' s impossible!
Nurse: I' m sorry son but it is too entirely possible.
My Son: No miss, you do not understand... it simply isn' t possible!
Nurse (slightly annoyed at this point): And why is that young man?
My Son: because there isn' t a fucking tree in our kitchen.