Misunderstanding

As much as Big Brother says what he wants to, I also know he hears what he wants to.

The other night, as we all piled into the truck, my oldest step-daughter, Little Miss Priss, climbed in between Baby Jaws and Big Brother in the back seat. She held up her hand and said, "I hurt my finger."

Big Brother, who apparently didn't hear her statement quite right, said to her, "You don't have a wiener."

Finger, boy. She said finger.