"That's pimp," my brother said at the dinner table tonight. About what, I have no idea.
"What did you say?" Mom asked.
Dad budded in, "It's different than you think." After pondering for a while, he looks at me, "Isn't it like when you play a practical joke on someone?"
All I can do is laugh. "It's like pimping up a car," Dad tries, not so confidently. I'm enjoying this thouroughly.
"There's only one definition for the word 'pimp'." Mom walks into the schoolroom and briskly grabs the dictionary off the shelf. She thumbs through the pages. "Yes, only one definition: one who derives income from the earnings of a prostitute usually by soliciting business."
Dad offers, "But that's not what it always means."
End of discussion. Towards the end of dinner we're talking about something else... like something about the pie being cooked already. "That's pimpin'," I say *grin* and walk downstairs.
My family is so great, not to mention entertaining. I really love them so much.
~Sarah
