Fi-Fo. Say What?

Me: Beaumont. You’re lying on top of your dad.

Beaumont: What? Me? Really?

Me: Yes. Really. You need to get off him.

Beau: I think you mean, “my dad is lying under me.” He needs to move.

Me: He was there first.

Beau: First in. First out. You know. FI-FO.

Me: Excuse me?

Beau: FI-FO. Like in inventory controls. First entry is the head of the queue so the first out. If he was here first, he needs to be the first out.

Me: Seriously? You’re using some inventory control method to rationalize why you don’t need to get off your dad?

Beau: You’re the one who said he was here first.

Me: Just get off him. Please?

Beau: I’ll think about it. (Pause) I thought about it. He’s not complaining. I think I’ll stay.

And so it goes. Life with Beaumont is always an adventure.

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This is a repost (Sep 8, 2018) of one of the first Beaumont stories I – before his Sundays with Beaumont blog became a reality.

Over time, I’m hoping to get all the older posts that weren’t published here onto the site to have them collected all in one spot.

And yes. He’ll probably have a lot to say about ‘my laziness’ next week. 🙂