The little guy

File this under Things You Never Think You’ll Hear Your Mother-in-Law Talk About. (Especially twice in one day.)

Chel, Little Mom and I had some time to kill on Saturday, so we headed over to The Addison Point for some of the best burgers around. After an enjoyable lunch, Little Mom had to go run some errands.

“Oh, man,” she said, “I’ve got to go get some batteries for my vibrator.”

She was, of course, referring to her handheld back massager. And because Little Mom’s back has been hurting and her new puppy Yoshi chewed the power cord, the only way her, uh, vibrator can get power is through batteries.

I quickly figured out from the context clues what device she was referring to and didn’t think too much of it, until the whole fam went over to David and Cha Cha’s house Saturday night to celebrate Shannon’s visit to town. We had an excellent meal and then sat out on the covered back patio visiting and listening to a nice gentle rain. Then we got to talking about her puppy.

“You wouldn’t believe it, but Yoshi even chewed the cord on my vibrator,” she matter-of-factly stated to the McGrael family.

“He’s getting territorial and protective, too, because every time the Little Guy wants to climb into bed with me at night, he starts barking like crazy. It’s gotten to the point where I have to put a towel over Yoshi’s playpen so he won’t see the Little Guy in bed with me.”

Needless to say we had a good laugh while clarifying that a) the vibrator is a back massager and b) the Little Guy is her cat and does not refer to either the vibrator or an actual little guy.