The Chief: "Should I give this to Buddha on a plate or in a bowl?"
The Chief: "Little white bowl or big white bowl?"
Me: "Big bowl."
The Chief: "How much should I give him?"
Me [exasperated now]: "I don't know, Chief! Just be a Dad and figure it out!"
*uncomfortable drawn-out silence (except for the crickets, of course)*
*Liz feeling remorse*
The [witty] Chief: "What you don't realize is that I am being a Dad . . . by asking Mom."
Touché, my good man, touché. :D
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