During an afternoon out with Sharp Cheddar (for an understanding of who Sharp Cheddar is, read this first), who is now a precocious 8 years old, the following conversation occurred:
Me: How ’bout we go to 5 Guys Burgers and Fries?
Sharp Cheddar (SC): That sounds like a place where fat people eat.
SC: It sounds like a place where fat people go to eat.
Me: Where do you get this from?
SC: It just sounds that way.
Me: But how do you get that from 5 Gu…
SC: That’s just how it sounds.
Me: Well, they have really good burgers.
SC: So, I’m right that fat people go there?
Me: I didn’t say that. Non-fat people eat good food, too. And it really isn’t nice to talk about overweight people like this.
SC: I’m tired of this conversation.
(Pause as we drive the the final few miles to 5 Guys)
SC: See, there’s a police car there.
SC: I told you this place was for fat people. A police car is here.
Me: What does that have to do wi….
SC: Usually they like donuts, though.
Me: WHERE THE HELL DO YOU GET THIS FROM?
SC: Calm down, dad. (Looks around.) Hey, some soldiers are going in there. I feel safer now. Let’s eat.