But my suspicions were almost confirmed that day I weighed a war on Canada.
Here I was just about to exterminate those little canadian potty-mouths when a rude interruption came.
I looked to the direction it came from and the first thing I saw was my little bubbila's friend Stan Marsh.
I never had a problem with Stan. I was glad that my Kyle had some friends and this one didn't seem to have much of a bad influence on him, unlike that fat one. Gerald and I got along well with his parents. Sharon and Randy were nice folks so I trusted their son just as much. Kyle was awfully close with him after all...
So the Marsh boy caught my eye and I thought what a disgrace it was for children to be at an USO show. Then I saw saw my son behind him. I wanted to scream WHAT WHAT WHAT!
The the little boy in the red poof-ball hat grabbed my son's hand. Is he corrupting my son's mind?
"Go on, tell her Kyle."
Still not letting go of his hand. Uhmm.
Now wait, did I say he wasn't putting a bad influence on Kyle? What could my Bubbi need to tell me that I don't already know? The Jewish faith says not to keep secrets. It also says not to look upon men like you would look upon a women. Hmm.
Uh-oh, I knew it was coming but infront of all these people? These two super best friends turned more than that were revealing their love for eachother infront of the entire American forces, MAC, & Terrance and Phillip?
Oh, Buhbi.
"Mom......"
Wait, did he just NOT say what I think he didn't say? Oh, Phew.