Fat Hobo Mountain

First, a disclaimer: I HAVE taught my boys it is not nice to call someone fat. Secondly, I have a strange sense of humor, so you might not laugh at this. I laughed for days, unbeknownst to the children.

I was telling my two oldest boys that I am praying for their future spouses, if they choose to get married. I can't wait to meet the women, be their friend, etc. You know, setting the tone that we will all get along wonderfully. LOL Then the conversation went like this. It started out so sweet.

Max (sweetly): I think Sol will marry someone from Texas.
Mom: Why is that?
Max: (sweetly) Because Sol likes Texas, horses, ranches. He would like a girl from there.
Solomon: I think Max will marry someone from Fat Hobo Mountain.

I have been in stitches about this. Can you IMAGINE someone from Fat Hobo Mountain? AND HOW could a little 10-year-old brain think of such an insult so quickly? Oh, it is just not right to think like this. Fat Hobo Mountain. Fat Hobo Mountain. I hope now that I have written it , I can get it out of my brain. (ps Did you know hobo originally was short for "homeward bound". I read that in a Dust Bowl book. Love that tidbit of info).