Captain Elephant
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My daughter had a friend who was always around. In fact, I was going to claim her on my taxes. But her folks said I had to clothe her as well as feed her. So we left that alone.
Daughter came home from college one weekend, and sure enough her shadow was here to spend the day, too.
I always loved teasing her, and I thought she enjoyed the teasing, but at the pool I overheard her telling my daughter something about me, and it greatly upset me. My daughter looked upset too and told her to shut up.
That evening at the dinner table I told my daughter I was upset with her friend. She asked why. I said I thought she like me, but I hear her calling me a Dill. And I assumed it was because I was sour like a dill pickle.
My daughter spit whatever food or drink she had in her mouth and literally fell out of her chair laughing and choking at the same time. She finally left the room, and my wife chased after her.
Apparently, they had a talk because my wife returned to the table with a shit-eating grin on her face. She said I wasn't called a dill but a DILF.
What the hell does that mean? She didn't know at the time either, but daughter enlightened her.
Needless to say that kind of changed my relationship with her friend. I'm cordial, but I don't tease as much anymore.
Daughter came home from college one weekend, and sure enough her shadow was here to spend the day, too.
I always loved teasing her, and I thought she enjoyed the teasing, but at the pool I overheard her telling my daughter something about me, and it greatly upset me. My daughter looked upset too and told her to shut up.
That evening at the dinner table I told my daughter I was upset with her friend. She asked why. I said I thought she like me, but I hear her calling me a Dill. And I assumed it was because I was sour like a dill pickle.
My daughter spit whatever food or drink she had in her mouth and literally fell out of her chair laughing and choking at the same time. She finally left the room, and my wife chased after her.
Apparently, they had a talk because my wife returned to the table with a shit-eating grin on her face. She said I wasn't called a dill but a DILF.
What the hell does that mean? She didn't know at the time either, but daughter enlightened her.
Needless to say that kind of changed my relationship with her friend. I'm cordial, but I don't tease as much anymore.