Preparing to breed genetically superior grandchildren has become serious business in our house. Big Bald uses every opportunity possible to his advantage to start laying the groundwork for the kids' choices in future spouses
While standing in line for a ride at Disneyland, I overheard this conversation between Big Bald and The Boy.
"Magnus, I'm serious. See that big one over there? You should be chasing her down to get her number. She's got to be at least 6'2". That's the kind of girl you need to be looking for. Maybe you should start hanging out at girls basketball practice or even volleyball. Yeah, start there.
You know the requirements, at least 6'1" and 200 lbs. I think it's time to start pre-dating combine testing for any girl you're interested in. I'm not too hung up on her numbers because we can work on those in the gym with her, however she must be athletic. And if she gets crushed by a 225 squat, it's automatic disqualification. She's out for sure. You can't date her. We can run a bunch of girls through and whoever is the last one standing, makes the cut. You can date her. We're looking for D1 potential, nothing less."
The Girl was listening intently on the conversation and Big Bald took his moment. "Now you....you're looking at 6'4",, 280 lbs minimum. Got it?"
I suppose the strangest part of this entire conversation is that the kids are taking it to heart and LISTENING. Nobody is quite sure if he's serious or joking.